Here goes...

The lack of desire to publish my thoughts is still here, but I'm forcing myself to write anyway. Here goes. If you want to know about how I'm doing with my depression and medication, see the Mental Log. I've been compulsively playing Word Whomp just about every free minute I get. Don't know what's up with that...I do know that I'm getting better at it. Does it upset me that they have obscure, possibly-fabricated words in their dictionary? Yes. Does that stop me from playing? Nope. Some examples, and stop me if you use these words in everyday conversation:

bowmen
wen
abed
egad
wino
rune
tern
seine
ess
plebe
luff
flatus

Anyway...Tony took the boys to his step-mother's showroom/store to let her know which ceiling fan we picked out for the living room. She's "getting us a deal" on a fan. She won't tell us how much it'll cost, though. Just "not much." I'm worried! Claire is supposed to be napping, but she's crying instead. She's not hungry. Her diaper's fine. I think she's just in a mood. So I'm letting her cry. I don't like it, but, golly, she's 10 months now. Naptime is for napping.

OK, so, I'm going to start typing out 'okay' instead of 'OK'. It just feels right. So. Okay, I'll try to blog tomorrow. Adios.