A Wary Hello

At the end of every school year (and sometimes, at the beginning of breaks throughout the school year), I sit around for a couple of days like a zombie, unsure of what to do with myself. Whether I like it or not, my life is fairly busy between the end of July and the end of June (yes, that's right, I really only have the beginning/middle of July as a true Summer break, which means I am not one of those teachers....though honestly, I don't know many of those teachers...who gets summers off!), and once the momentum that keeps me going is gone, I'm a bit lost. And when I am lost, I end up staring in the face of my always-with-me-but-not-always-so-visible companion, D.D. (Depressed Dar). After so many years of knowing D.D., I know better than to fight. I sleep more. I spend more time distracting myself with mindless activity. I avoid social situations that cause me anxiety, as well as anything else that might raise my blood pressure. I try to keep myself content. I hope and I pray that D.D.'s appearance is temporary, and that if I am patient, she will go away on a very extended trip once again.