I'm being serious. I lost my wife of 34 years to cancer Aug 10, 2020. I got to the point where I didn't want to go anywhere or do anything even cleaning around the house. I've started exercising, just a little (what I could safely handle) every other day, wasn't much at first but I'm doing more every week. I also found talking with the VA shrink allows me to open up about what I'm dealing with and that has helped tremendously. All those things that I looked at around the house and made excuses not to do are starting to get done. I have a long ways to go though.I am curious about that. Signs of depression appear in most of us from time to time. Maybe it’s time to try some weed. (I like Scotch, but the whole “weight” thing is an impediment.)