Those of us who keep up with my personal stuff here probably remember that last month I underwent some cognitive testing because I was experiencing some short-term memory loss and other things that alarmed me and I wanted to at least rule out something like dementia. I passed the cognitive exams with flying colors, and an MRI did not detect anything amiss. But last week I’m pretty sure I figured out what’s probably at the root of this. It hit me, like a ton of bricks, actually, that I had pretty much checked out of everything, including things I cared about and brought me joy. #MarchMadness was beginning, for instance, and I was completely clueless. I never even folllowed my #Zags all year. There are other examples of this as well. At least I haven’t lost my interest in reading. I’m clearly going through a very rough patch of what Sarah and I call the D word, something that is always with me but I usually try to keep at bay as much as I can. I’m being proactive; I saw a psychiatrist on Thrusday and we’re exploring some potential med adjustments. It’s going to be a process. I’ll get out of this valley, I always do, but for now I’d appreciate thoughts/prayers/positive mojo. Thanks.