An assault on moping...

long story short, the first hour or so of this morning has been spent nursing misery, and I was all set to blog and further indulge this... when I remembered something I'd blogged earlier in conjunction with a thought that occurred to me sometime in the past week: which I really can't find words for at the moment... but it's result is that I'm deciding to deliberately not mope - to turn off sticks and stones, brush my hair, get some breakfast, put on some beautiful music, and paint or crochet or doodle with pastels... suddenly it's a good morning... and then there's the possibility of a walk... yeah, that'd be nice.