Ah, Depression, old friend. I can feel you creeping around back there. I have not forgotten.

This would be an opportune time to strike. And you could, I suppose. Being aware of something is not the same as being able to avoid it. That's why I've been preparing. Habits, ingrained over months and years, that interrupt the downward spiral. Inertia enough to coast through the morass, and skirt the mire.

I dreamed again, of towers and ramps and traveling on horseback.