The depths of despair

I'd been having a bad day anyway.
Its one of those days where depression sits in my doorway wanting to come in.
Uninvited.
It sneaks upon me when I least expect it and camps out for the day, sometimes two or three days.
I still manage to function. I tend to my kids and do the cooking and cleaning rather than stay in bed all day. It would be so easy to just lay in my bed in misery, but there is just too much work to be done. So I carry on regardless of doom and gloom.
To help distract me from that depression, I spent two maybe three hours updating and rearranging the list of blogs that I read.Nothing like a big project to distract me.
I have a list of over a hundred blogs.
I originized, added blogs, subtracted abandoned blogs.
It took a lot of time.
A lot of whining from my kids, and a whole lot of resolve to do it. Then when I was finished and happy with it, I decided to change the URL of my personal private blog (where I keep my list of blogs) to something easier to remember, and in doing so
I lost everything.
Every blog name, blog address, gone.
That was the end of my rope.
I am currently free falling into the depths of despair.
Its ok though,
Bear and Lyon have informed me that they don't like me because I took away their hockey sticks. They are also hungry for lunch, and Sissy is hungry and getting tired. There is laundry to do, and dishes to wash, and beds to make.
It won't take long for me to be lost in service for others instead of the depths of despair.