Just got back from the gym. Went by myself because James isn’t home from work yet and when I spoke with him on the phone, going to the gym with him sounded highly unlikely.
I’ve been depressed. It happens. Tried St. John’s Wort for a couple days, and it seemed to help, but the possibility of interaction with oral contraceptives was not worth the risk. Sweating helped a little. I ran for 45 minutes, listened to music, tried to pretend I was really outside on a cool spring afternoon with the wind in my face. I’m cramped and tired now, and I think my mood has improved. We’ll see what happens when James gets home. It will probably be one of those nights where I stay out of his way and try not to say anything to piss him off.
If only he had a job that he didn’t hate. That didn’t wear him out so hard. That actually made him smile the way that he smiles when he tells me he loves me.