Hit and a miss

I went for a walk to clear up the funk I was in. It was working for a while, but then I overshot the time it would take to walk back to the house, and I thought myself into an even deeper funk.

I ran into Mrs. Robertson walking the dog. We said Hi, kept walking, and then ignored each other until we realized we were walking in the same direction. She asked how I was and I struggled not to say anything self-flagellating or depressing.

She's still pretty grateful for that time I showed up to drive Matthew to work.