Technically this is part of the last post (or the next one, for those who came in late) but before and after going to the movies I was hit with depression. It was a number of things: the no job situation, the wife feeling sick yesterday and being worried about her, the car being in the shop getting a replacement radio (hey, insurance helps for a change). I know, you're saying "if your radio is getting replaced, why are you feeling depressed?" Well, I don't know if it's a sign of old age or what, but things have to be just so (or all right, if you prefer) for me to relax. I'm not liking any change to the routine. If we're out of something at home, or if the one cat we let out (the momma girl) hasn't come in yet, or if I have to drive a different vehicle, I'll be unsettled until the situation gets back to normal. Any day now I'll be yelling for my World's Fair Spoon.
So we got home, I was stuffed with popcorn and was in the mindset (quoting fellow Hoosier John Cougar Mellencamp) of "nothing matters and what if it did?" The wife suggested going out to Sonic Drive In to get something to eat (she was in a mood for chili cheese tater tots and didn't feel like cooking at home) We drove up listening to the oldies station, her cuddling up next to me while driving, and although I still wasn't hungry, there was just enough room for an extra large chili cheese dog. Drove home still listening to the oldies with her by my side cuddling up, and the blues eventually went away.
There are times when I said one can deal with anything if they have the love of a good woman, and I especially like times like these when I'm proven right about something I've said.