I know I owe a couple folks a personal note, which I will get to, but I wanted to offer a quick update for those who are worrying about me.
I’m doing OK. For the moment, anyway.
I had the exterminator come out this afternoon and spray pretty much everything. Best I can tell, the only ants I have at the moment are dead ants. Of course, I killed a few of them myself over the last week and the little bastards just kept coming back.
Anyway, so much better for the soul to let someone else do your killing for you; even if you have to pay them. All that active killing—especially this time of year—was doing me a world of harm. Add in all the other small things and I was sinking rapidly.
For those who do not know what the heck I’m talking about the short of it is I generally experience severe cyclical depression this time of year, and have for the last 8 years. I’ve been thinking about posting about it, as depression is something that needs to be talked about more in our society. Maybe I will; but as I was falling off the cliff was not the time to do so.
After the ‘terminator got done filling the apartment with strange smelling liquid I put on a pair of shorts and sandals and went to Aroma Cafe where I hung out for about 4.5 hours.
Sandals. Shorts. In Central Illinois. On March 13th!
That alone is a good start towards recovery. But I’m also hopeful the ‘terminator did the job. I need to believe and, more importantly, I need it to be so. Now if the smell would only air out a bit more. Ah well, I have two windows open and they have been for a couple days. 
By the way, it has nothing to do with sunlight, or the length (or lack thereof) of the day, although winter’s gloom can get a bit overbearing sometimes. But that I can deal with.
I’d like to thank Iris for allowing me to use her lovely ice crystal photo as a header on my posts for the last couple months, but I think now maybe I want something a little more “hopeful.” Of course, I owe her for far more than that…. “Thank you, my friend!”