I’m just not feeling the energy. I’m experiencing one of the hallmarks of depression: not enjoying the things I normally love to do.

I have sorted out a few things though. One of them is that I hadn’t realized just how depressed the COVID pandemic made me. That’s indirectly related to my first knee replacement. God, I was so excited to start my life all over and, bam, that damn virus fucked up everybody, even for people such as myself who never got it. I have remained COVID-free ever since that ugly thing landed in Seattle and just popped up everywhere.

I had my knee replaced on 12/30/2019. The surgery went great. My surgeon was great. The physical therapy went great—everyone told me I was doing better than most people who had that surgery.

I returned to work on March 12, 2020 and one week later everything was locked down, including gyms. This kind of surgery can suppress your immune for a long while. So, I never returned to my old exercise routine. That took the wind out of my sails big time.

It’s bothered me so much I’ve even joked that I’m afraid to get the right knee replaced, and it’s time, boy is it time, because we’ll get some new kind of viral pandemic! This would be my luck. I’m a vortex for weird.

Thus, I haven’t been writing, or blogging much, or even doing the mundane things I need to do to get my life organized.

I guess I’m kind of writing a blog post in my head. So often my writing percolates in my mind for a very long time. I do it subconsciously, too.

Hopefully, I can drag myself out of this pit I’m in.

At least I’m still showering every day. I KNOW that one thing that helps me cleanse out my mind is having hot water beat down on my body. I think my showers are often more for my psyche than for my physical self.

Speaking of showers……I’m headed that way very soon…..more later….maybe.