My black dog

So, I have clinical depression. Quite severe depression as it turns out, but I've always struggled with the idea because my black dog is not the hulking heavy beast of nightmare: weighing my steps and casting its shadow over my soul. My black dog is a frisky labrador puppy with a vigorously waving tail, who manages to trip me up and make me fall flat on my face. Over and over until I can't get up. It then licks me on the face until I giggle, but I still can't get up.

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Tax, Zoo, Massage-incoming, Massage-outgoing

I had two fixed appointments for today: tax at H&R block at 10:30 that rendered me unable to attend a zoo gathering that morning, and my regularly scheduled massage at 4:30pm. In between I thought I'd potter about the house and garden, there being no shortage of things to do.

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