Weekend blues

Damn, I got hit by the depression stick this morning, and I'm still feeling the effects. At the grocery store a few minutes ago, my limbs felt like they were made of cast iron, and it was mildly painful to move around. That's a sure sign that what I've been feeling in my head all day isn't just fatigue. I suppose I was due for a good thwacking. Nevertheless, I've felt much better the past few months overall, though those damn middle-age issues keep popping up . . .