Dog days of Winter

These two Poodles were at a I-5 rest area.

This little lady came to stay for a few days while her "Dad" was on vacation.
As for me, I feel blue. blue, blue. It doesn't matter what I do, just blue.
You know, the kind of blue where there is so much to be up and happy about, but you just can't muster up a good happy?
I guess that is what true depression is. No reason to feel low and down, but you can't get out of bed and there is nothing, not even the best groceries in the world for the best recipes in the house, that can make you want to move from the spot you sit at. Not even the craftiest goodness looking you in the eye to get you crafting.That kind of depression.
Well, I have it. Have it big time and need to call my doc for a refill on my second happy pill even if it costs more than I wish it did.
I haven't had anything to drink for a few hours...anyone feel like going in the kitchen for me?!