Ever get that feeling that you are not doing enough? And that is followed by the feeling that you made too many wrong choices. I find myself slipping closer to the edge of depression. I need to wake up with my fingers moving, and the rest of my left side healed. I want to run, so I can run away. I want to sneak aboard an ocean liner and sit on the top deck with an umbrella. I won’t know where it is going, but when it docks I will be on new ground.