GREAT time in a canoe this morning. If “Great Time In A Canoe” isn’t some sort of Canadian album name, it should be. Herons were flying, fish were jumping, terns were fishing; the whole goddamn canoe experience.
Still rockin’ the doldrums. The canoeing helps, but it’s obviously not a whole cure. I’ve set an appointment with my GP for next week to see if there’s some insight there; the conventional route is therapy, but when I contacted a therapist, she said to do the GP thing first as there are other tests — thyroids and stuff — that also might be causing this.