It's been a while since I sat in my kitchen, hand in chin, miserable. Well, miserable is strong. Let's face it, there's misery, and there's *misery*. I was just run of the mill tired of myself and it felt really bad. And it had been that way for a long time. Years, actually. When I write that now it seems inconceivable that I could have let myself slip steadily downward so consistently for so long. And who woulda thunk it?