Black Dog Days

The black dog days of depression. I must get out of bed. Well I will sleep a little longer. I should eat, but I am not hungry. I will go to the grocery, but I do not have the car. I will do some cooking, too late before fellowship meeting at noon. I will do some blogging, all I can think about is this extreme fatigue. I can think about Poe’s Bells, ringing and the tingling to the bells. Bill Wilson said we should walk, in this hot weather taking the medication I am taking? I will think of St. Frances, “it is better to comfort, than to be comforted”. The best think to do is go to my fellowship meeting.
Author: harold