So I'm feeling much better than I was on Thursday. I'm not back to my fully colorful self. However, if I was to say I was nothing but shades of gray (and not fifty) on Thursday, I'm back to a more balanced palette, but with subdued tones of all the colors. That's definite progress, and I'm hopeful I'll be back to full technicolor in a couple more days.
Then Friday night, I decided to run out and work on my novel at the diner. Friday's not a normal writing night for me, but I felt like both getting out of the house and working on the novel. That second part was a relief, as I was worried about my malaise interfering with or even sabotaging the efforts of getting this novel done. (Such feelings of being down have actually shipwrecked a couple such attempts on my part, after all.)
Today, I hung out with friends for a bit. Then I ran over to a coffee shop to enjoy a latte. I'm sitting here, sipping on said latte as I write this post in fact. I'm enjoying the music and conversation in the background. Every now and then, I look up just to see if anyone I know is around. So far, I haven't spotted anyone. That's probably just as well. The only person I can think of that I know hangs out here regularly is Hot Pants, and I'd just as soon not see him, let alone interact.
So the rest, time out of the house, and work on the novel have improved my mood greatly, which is good. Granted, I still need to figure out what to do about meeting and socializing with other people, but at least I don't feel quite so hopeless about it. (Yeah, Thursday really was that bad.) I'm seriously considering abandoning my time at Home Bar, other than the writing I do there on Tuesday night. I'm not meeting anyone new there right now. And if I'm being totally honest, I think I'm mainly going there now out of a sense of obligation to a couple of the people who work there. To be even more honest, I'm allowing myself to question whether that sense of obligation is merited. I'm leaning toward "no."