I have told her, repeatedly, to hush.
I point to the house that's a wreck,
the depression that just. won't. quit,
and the fact that I ran out of things to write several months ago, which led to a neglected blog that is now quite empty.
I remind her that people with depression, like me, tend to be--for lack of a better phrase--kind of a downer. And the very last thing that a month like January needs?
But she is such a pest, and she insists that she would like to write.
I tried to tell her...