My world is getting smaller and smaller, and I'm not even sure how I feel about that.

I get less and less far away from home, less and less frequently. I accept virtually no invitations. I add more and more places to my list of "I'll never go there again". I talk on the phone less, and with fewer people. I'm a reluctant hostess. VERY reluctant.

Maybe it would be good for me to stretch my horizons a little, deliberately try to stop or at least shift the shrinkage. Maybe. But I don't really want to. As I've said before: I WANT to want to, but I don't really have the energy, mental or physical.

Am I a little depressed? Well, duh. But I don't think it's primarily depression that's causing me to watch my world get smaller. It's all just too tiring, too overwhelming, too confusing.

Wah wah wah.