Little brown grub

This time, the depression seems to be running more to the fatigue/nausea department.  I still enjoy doing things, I just don't have much energy. 

Case in point, today.  Got up, went to Walmart.  Got some garden stuff: onion transplants and a nice "Patio" tomato.  I got some potting soil; because we can still get frosts for a few more weeks.  I can just bring the tomato indoors.  I have grown dozens of tomatoes in pots; it's easy if mulched and watered daily. 

While everyone else is eating wooden tasting supermarket "shippers", I'll be snacking on lovely homegrown organic tomatoes. 

I'd grow them even if they didn't fruit; I love the way they look and smell.  I found some seeds I've been wanting for a great price; I got a little soda and we left. 

Came home, and I went out in the garden.  By the time I finished I was filthy.  I always think I can stay clean; never do.  I'm like a grub.  A little brown grub, digging in the dirt. 

I planted most of the onion transplants.  I had envisioned a nice row of onions marching down the front of bed 3.  I did it.  It gave me a good opportunity to check out the other plants.  They look good, most of them.  A few rather tired pansies. 

I potted up the tomato.  Boy, a tomato in a 15 inch square pot, freshly watered, is a heavy sucker.  I inserted a tomato cage for support.  It is a "deterninate" tomato; so it ought to stay at a reasonable size. 

In Houston, tomatoes can get up to 8 feet in the right conditions.  So, one tomato done, without taking up garden bed.  I like to give the tomatoes about 3 square feet or so.  While planting the onions, I was overwhelmed with fatigue.  I HAD to lay down; and did. 

Ron had made a trip to Starbucks.  We went, and came home.  I was so tired I laid down again, and slept for hours.  I guess this depression is more of the fatigue and nausea variety; as opposed to my general hopeless/loss of interest.  Either way, it sucks.  I know it could be far, far, worse.  I could still be in bed, with nothing in the garden, wanting to die right now.  Thank you for my pills, Lord! 

So, I got up.  Trying to figure out dinner.  Tomorrow we go to work (we like to check on them when it rains), and then Monday morning, we get up at 2 AM again.  I may not post much tomorrow as a result. 

Off to watch the end of my scary movie.