I got dressed.
The shower was depressing. Somehow, in the other showers I’ve had since moving in a week ago, I missed the part about the bathroom fixtures not being cleaned, including the shower. (No tub, just a shower stall.)
I’m at the half-way point in dressing. I need to take my pills and see if my attitude improves. Right now, I don’t care. Not good.
BRB.