So, this is the deal, "I'm still depressed."

Also, "I'm not driving."

If we need to go anywhere, the wife does the driving. Quite frankly, I'm scared to death I might veer off and do something stupid.

I'm going to a therapist Monday morning. Hopefully, we'll be able to determine whether I should stay away from the big trucks for awhile.

I'm also very tired and I'm having trouble writing on the Kevin project, which I need to be working on because The Pastel Cowboy is almost finished and I need to have the Kevin project ready to go before Tim and the Corsair are complete. My only other option is to put up my first novel, Red Bridge, which is about as nutty as the other two stories, not to say the Kevin project isn't as nutty.

Another option might be to do a series on Glandar, the handy little artificial planet I came up with for the anthologies. Acam and Neri might work out as a nice set of adventurers seeking their fortune on a planet where there is no future.

I want to make the Kevin project work as a story, but the depression is intruding and I'm not doing well right now. I think the hardest part right now is not knowing how things are going to turn out in the near term. Quite frankly, I think I'm nutso and might need to go somewhere for a long rest. You see, I'm very tired of being depressed. That's one of the things I'm going to talk to the therapist about.

Another bit of news: I just finished reading The Known World by Edward P. Jones, which won the 2004 Pultizer Prize. This was not an easy read. Jones' writing style is not easy to read. It was an interesting story, though, but not one I'd recommend to the faint of heart. It certainly didn't help my depression by reading it.

Just to prove I'm not all doom and gloom, the following are provided for your entertainment. (These were sent to me by a blogger who seeks humor).

The Druggist Has a Bad Day

Upon arriving home in eager anticipation of a leisurely evening, the husband was met at the door by his sobbing wife. Tearfully she explained, "It's the druggist - he insulted me terribly this morning on the phone."

Immediately the husband drove downtown to accost the druggist and demand an apology. Before he could say more than a word or two, the druggist told him, "Now, just a minute - listen to my side of it. This morning the alarm failed to go off, so I was late getting up. I went without breakfast and hurried out to the car, but I'll be damned if I didn't lock the house with both house and car keys inside. I had to break a window to get my keys.

Driving a little too fast, I got a speeding ticket. Then, about three blocks from the store I had a flat tire. When I finally got to the store there was a bunch of people waiting for me to open up. I got the store opened and started waiting on these people, and all the time the darn phone was ringing its head off. Then I had to break a roll of nickels against the cash register drawer to make change, and they spilled all over the floor.

I got down on my hands and knees to pick up the nickels - the phone is still ringing - when I came up I cracked my head on the open cash drawer, which made me stagger back against a showcase with a bunch of perfume bottles on it, and half of them hit the floor and broke. The phone is still ringing with no let up, and I finally got back to answer it.

It was your wife - she wanted to know how to use a rectal thermometer.

And Mister, I TOLD HER!"

The Stuttering Cat

A teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students.

"Human beings are the only animals that stutter," she says.

A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered,"

she volunteered.

The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories

could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.

"Well," she began, "I was in the back yard with my kitty and

the Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start and before

we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!"

"That must've been scary," said the teacher.

"It sure was," said the little girl. "My kitty raised her back, went

'Fffff, Fffff, Fffff, and before she could say 'f**K,' the Rottweiler

ate her!"