I’m cautiously optimistic that I’m recovering from this week’s episode of depressolepsy.

I got to sleep without any trouble last night (regardless of the caffeine).   I woke up once at around 01:30 to stumble, zombie-like, to the head, and then to stumble onwards into the kitchen, where I ate one quarter of a baguette because I was starving.

This morning I’m up and about and feeling mostly human: predictably, my ankles are stiff (they always are after I take a break from ballet and then return to class),  but otherwise I’m making it.

I am debating whether I’m ready to jump back into intermediate class tomorrow morning.   It might behoove me to do Saturday’s beginner class instead for a couple of weeks in order to get back on form, even though that will mean following a W/S/S schedule for a bit, which seems a little weird.

In other news, I broke off the Karakoram’s wing mirror yesterday, so I snagged a replacement from Bardstown Road Bicycle Company.  It’s a “Mountain Mirrycle,” and it is hands-down the single best bike mirror I’ve ever had.

So that’s it for now.   Today is for homework, chores, and going on a date with my husband (woot!).