My mood is erratic these days. I have been tapering off prozac and I am alternating between down and really down
For all of that I have been busy. For some reason I am able to write limericks when really depressed. Go figger. I am working on a limerick for each of the people in my chatroom. I have done about seven in the last three days. I know that is not highly productive for five-line poems, but I think limericks by the depressed ought to count as a unique item.
No real plans for this weekend. I think I am going to a barbecue at my son's on Saturday next. It could be fun. More tomorrow or the next day.