I feel like poo. I've been depressed and anxious for about a week now and can't seem to shake it for any significant length of time. But in an effort not to depress you as well, and I guess so as not to dwell on all the negatives my brain can think up, (and there's plenty) I'll keep this light.

I finished listening to The Greatest Generation Speaks today. There were so many moments that touched me. I guess the story that stayed with me most was the one a daughter of a soldier who had died in the war. She described how she and her brother would say their prayers every night..."Our Father who art in Heaven..." and as children they thought they were praying to their Daddy.

I was talking with a co-worker tonight about how obsessed I've become with learning about WWII. She shares my obsession and has a personal connection. Her father was in the war, even served in the Battle of the Bulge. She still has pretty close ties to the local VFW and offered to take me to their next open house. I can hardly wait.

In the meantime I've found the number to call to volunteer at the local VA Hospital. I'd like to do SOMETHING. Even if it's just knitting hats or blankets or whatever.

Oh yeah, tonight at work....I did you not....there was a little girl, probably 10 who asked her Dad, while I was checking out their books, "When can I get a credit card Daddy? I want a credit card." AND THEN she swiped a pencil from the cup and dropped it into her bag!

Kids these days....

Tomorrow I get to go see my Mommy and Daddy. We get to the spend the whole day together doing the usual 4th fare...cookout, bonfire and fireworks...and Dad has an awesome surprise for Bugman. But I can't say anything more about that lest he read this. I chatted with Mom a bit last week during a particularly difficult day with depression and it helped immensely, so I'm hoping actually seeing her and Daddy will kick me out of it.

I'll let ya know.