The good? news is, that Jeremiah has been depressed too. I say good because when one partner is being Sally Sadface, it's easy for the chipper counterpart to want to go ahead and dunk her head the rest of the way under to quiet the madness. Since both of us have had cases of the dumps, we've been able to laugh at each other's Debbie Downer status, cling tight together, and both swim hard for the surface. It's been good for us.
Tonight, though, I feel better! Tonight, when I asked Pace to love on me and give me a kiss she said, "Mommy, you're alone all the time." I laughingly said, "What do you mean? With you squirrels, I don't feel like I'm ever alone!" Her hypothesis: "But, I'm always playing with Dapples, and Daddy's at work, and you are cleaning the kitchen all by yourself." That pretty well is it in a nutshell :)
I know I haven't told you why I am depressed (and that is annoying as HECK), but I am sure you will trust me when I say that I would if I could but I can't. It's a combination of lots of things really. Mainly, I just wanted to ask that you bear with me for a while. I AM coming back...sometime.
(BTW, old picture. Still no camera. It's not looking good boys.)