When I finally pulled myself out of bed this morning, I did so around 11:30, I think, feeling depressed. I’d stayed in bed because of it, but, thankfully, this was my more typical depressive state, where once I get up and about the mood fades a bit. Oh, it’s still there, it’s just easier to pretend it doesn’t exist.
Daz and I were supposed to go grocery shopping together, so I contacted him. Over the course of the first couple hours of my day, we texted and eventually settled on going to groceries at 18:00. He was out. I think I mostly idled. Called Mom for a brief chat, did some more GIMP.
A little after 18:00, Daz contacted me. One of his friends needed help. He asked if I’d mind watching his cat for him. I said no problem, and he brought Inara and the stuff he’d need to take with him to his friend’s up. We went to groceries, and ended up spending longer than expected there. By the time we got the train, it was going to be too late for Daz to catch the bus to where his friend lived, and he didn’t have the money to spare for a cab or something. On the ride back, he told me who it was (someone I’ve met once), and since I had the money to spare, I told Daz to go—that I was not going to let his friend suffer without his help—I’d give him the money he spent on the trip later this week. So, as soon as my groceries were put away and he’d reassured himself his cat was doing well, he went to his friend.
I settled in with the cats and chatted a bit with Daz via text and a couple other friends online. It’s now past my bedtime, but I’m WIRED, so I’m not sure when I’ll get tired, even though I did take my night meds.