It's been one of those days when I felt covered up by a thick blanket of ick. I've had depression long enough to know that this kind is situational, and that the election jabber and social media negativity have won again: but only for a short time.
But it's the only October 11 of this year, or any other, and I regret the hours I lost.
So, I'm marking it. I'm saying that it happened. I'm glad I was here for part of it, and grateful I could be left alone as I needed to be.
This was today.