I spent an awful lot of time sleeping today

which, I suppose, isn’t that surprising.  Lots of sleeping is a common reaction of chronic depressives to stress.

This afternoon L and I got out and began working on the trellis, threading the black-iron wire onto it so we can make something for the roses to climb.  About a third of the project is done, and T and I will have to see if we can get the next phase done tomorrow.

Long phone call with Moon tonight; we caught up one another for the last couple of weeks.  It still hurts like the devil that I can’t express my love for her in a physical way, but I can’t expect her to do that and then live myself with the dishonesty we’d have to practice upon D.  I have to go by the rules, or despise myself forever afterward.