The Dog Days of Summer

This is the time of year that they call the "dog days of summers", and as I was thinking about that I realized I really don't know why August is called that. So of course I googled it and this is what it says:

dog days. the sultry part of the summer, supposed to occur during the period that Sirius, the Dog Star, rises at the same time as the sun: now often reckoned from July 3 to August 11. a period marked by lethargy, inactivity, or indolence.

(So technically I am a day early with this. Ooops.)

"a period marked by lethargy, inactivity, or indolence"...geez that's been pretty much my WHOLE summer.
I never got my living room done, I haven't gone anywhere, I haven't even cooked very many meals.

But I don't think it has anything to do with the dog days; I'm pretty sure it is because I am depressed. I was contemplating about that on my way to work this morning, and considering what has gone on for the past few months, Mom dying and then the whole Sean Michael thing, I was trying to decide if I should make an appointment with my pcm and asking for an anti-depressant, preferably Wellbutrin (as the others cause weight gain and I certainly don't need that).

I don't like taking pills; heck I have a hard enough time just taking my Synthroid and calcium and vitamin D. So to add to those...hmmm.  On the other hand I am tired of feeling like this. On the third hand though, it isn't going to bring Mom back or fix things with Sean Michael.  I suppose I am just hoping it will take the edge off and I won't feel as bad.  Funny this is the same advice I just gave to Beau a few days ago when he told me he was depressed but didn't want to take meds. He is much worse off than I though and could probably do with a pretty high dosage.

This isn't the first time I have been depressed and so I do recognize the symptoms; I just don't want to admit to them I guess. But I am getting to the point where I need to do something about it is useless and boring and I just don't like feeling this way.  I consider myself a "functioning depressant" because I still go to work and interact with people, but once I get home, I'm in my chair watching tv and playing Bejeweled, preferring to be left alone, and that's about it.  There are so many things I should do around the house (like that unfinished livingroom of mine) but don't have the gumption to do. So something needs to happen, sooner than later preferably.

This all has nothing to do with the dog days of summer, it just sort of morphed into it.  And reading "a period marked by lethargy, inactivity, or indolence" , well, it describes what I am feeling, so at the moment, my life is the dog days of summer.