I *really* need this filkcon

And a conviction is growing in my mind that I'm not going to be allowed it. That something will happen in the next couple of days--a sudden blizzard rendering roads impassable, or the car will explode, or something--to stop us getting there.

I know what it is. It's the depression. It's been coming down on me, and I've tried to hold it off, but this morning I just don't seem to have the strength any more. My country is going to hell, so is the world, and the available courses of action that might stop it have all narrowed down to the morally unacceptable. I boiled a kettle twice today, so I'm obviously personally going to hell anyway. I haven't made any progress on OIK (not surprising, since Soren's been busy, but still not good). Tetrad and Oonaverse are barely long enough to make books out of, and the supposed third Dracul novel unravelled in my hands months ago and I just don't have the go to do all that stitching again. I keep giving Jelly every kind of cat food I can find and he won't shut up. It's cold, and I hurt, and I'm broke, and waaaaaahhh. You know.

I shall probably feel better at some point, or something.