I've Fallen Into the Cellar

Today, this week, I've been in the grips of a monstrous depression that I can't shake, no matter how hard I try. The weather has been, for the most part, fantastic, but that's not enough to pull me out of this nose dive. I've tried everything I can think of. Just now, I was engaging in some online retail therapy, looking for an American DVD release of Zabriskie Point (no such luck), when I thought maybe what I need to do--maybe what's been wrong with me--is that I haven't been blogging.

I've tried to write again, but it just hasn't gone through. What's left to say after mom's death? Part of me thought that this blog started as a reaction to my father's death, so maybe it should end.

I miss my mom and my dad. Most of all, though, I miss my wife. We announced the first winner of the Wendy Jackson Hall Memorial Scholarship this week. I thought it would make me happy and give me a sense of completion. It doesn't. It's just one more rung on the ladder. I'm holding on to the ladder.