I kinda have nothing to say...
Everything is ok while I sit through this part when the 'blah' comes around for a visit.
I have no real desire to do anything, but I 'do things' nonetheless. I'm never sorry that I did take a walk, answer the phone, prepare decent meals, write, exchange Wordle scores with my sisters, attend a meeting. Little moments of pleasant feelings arise out of these mundane routines. It's what I know needs to be done to maintain my mental well-being, and it's becoming self-reinforcing.
Reminder to self: that ain't nothing.