The good stuff

Not all days heavy and full of hard stuff.  Today was a pretty normal day.  Went to work, that was a little nutty, but nothing too out of the ordinary.  Then I went swimming.  I was feeling a bit tired so only 72 laps in an hour.  Came home, had dinner (which was really good, and I cooked it, I must add), and now a bit of relaxing before bed.  Nothing dramatic, nothing really interesting.  I am learning to really appreciate these days.  They give me time to relax, rest and recharge before I once again take on some of the heavy, painful things that are so much a contributor to my depression.  I think now I shall make a cup of tea and work a bit on the afghan I am knitting.