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One of those rare, sad days when you can’t think of one thing you want to do - no project or book or movie, no phone call, no face, you’ve had too much zzzzzzz, you don’t want to travel or see art or a bird, meet a pal for a meal … you don’t want to clean up your mess or draw or run or paint … it’s a scary feeling - if you imagine how terrifying it would be if the feeling never fled, if it stayed and never left. The feeling that you don’t want to do anything. Not really. The day is gray and long. I come upon an article in the paper with a title like … how to snap out of it - something close to that.  The it I’ve felt all day. And basically it advised … do something small. Take a walk. I recall the best advice I ever heard about depression - if you are, be depressed outside.  I took a walk and felt better. A little. For a while.