Back from the doctor's; she gave me a mild antidepressant to try out. Apparently it usually takes two or three meds before finding one that works, so I've got another appointment in a month.
I don't like taking pills. I object to being on the Metformin because it doesn't seem to be actually doing anything, and I'm not a big fan of the Pill either (though I must say it makes it convenient for planning vacations). So adding another pill is not making me terribly happy.
In the meantime I need to decide whether I want to go in to work. I need to put air in the bike tires if I'm going--actually I should probably do that even if I'm not going, to get ready for tomorrow--but I'm eyeing the radar track with more than a little trepidation; the thunderstorms could start coming through as soon as 2 pm, and I'm not really in the mood to get drenched this afternoon on my way home. It's iffy at the moment.