Nicety

All weekend was nice because the weather was nice - it uplifted my mood and made me feel hopeful. I even got mildly manic on Sunday night, but that probably had more to do with finding a solution and feeling like I had a revelation. Monday morning was a crash landing and the Sunday blues shifted to the Monday blues. I am lucky though to have nice and understanding friends who are lovely people - they know who they are (I hope).
I think that my current and sole source of depression now is my job. I feel guilty for saying it, but it's causing innate Pavlovian responses of dread and fear. Something must change because I have to endure it for 3 more months...