It's April and gorgeous out, but I am too depressed to get out of bed. I feel like I'm stuck in some viscous fluid and the only sensible thing to do is just go back to sleep. I'm occasionally woken up by the sound of my husband on back-to-back conference calls. Is it really necessary to yell? I wonder. But I can't complain, since he's working hard while I'm ... not.
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