"Seasonal depression hits like a wall every single year."

I don't think I have to write every single day that Cowboy mostly sleeps and then eventually goes to work.
That should be a given.

The life of a third shift worker is terrible for him and the family.

Ever since menopause started I've had trouble sleeping, but now Cowboy isn't getting home until sometimes 5 a.m., so every little pop and squeak and creak wakes me.

Then I try to be up and out of the bedroom by 7 a.m. so I'm not waking him up with my tossing and turning.

It seems like I live life in a permanent fog these days.

I ended up taking two naps today, my micro naps as Badger calls them.
That was a bit odd, but then again I'm not a spring chicken anymore.

Tomorrow I'll have to see if the little medical clinic can fit us in to be seen.

Badger's said she hasn't felt well for over a week now, although it's not something she can put her finger on.

I’m starting to think she’s been in a low place these days, but I could be wrong.
Maybe she’s simply not feeling well.

I'm not formally diagnosed, but ever since the end of September I've been fighting depression so I know how down spells can feel.

Needless to say, there was a lot of Lego building and TV watching again today.

She's also been wanting to go to bed early, well, not bed exactly.
She wants to watch TV in my bedroom.
She'll make her a little nest on the floor, and we watch TV.

Sometimes she'll move to the living room; sometimes she'll just stay in her little nest on my floor.

I don't know why she's given up on her bedroom.

But yeah, I'm off of here.