out of the slough of despond

It wasn't as out-of-the-blue as I made it sound, yesterday. My waking in better spirits, I mean. Out of the slough of despond. Isn't that a great phrase? No idea where it comes from. Says it all though ... even if I don't really know what a slough is. It sounds ... slough-y.

Okay, wandering from the point. Day before yesterday, something happened. I knew Mike and Paul had been busy with something, but they didn't tell and I didn't ask. Which isn't like Mike, but I just figured ... well, that it was payback for me being so surly. Which isn't like Mike either, and I'd have known that if ... well, you know what it's like when you get mired in your mind. Or maybe you don't, in which case I'd just say, count your blessings!

So, what happened. They'd been building. They'd found this patch of land with this incredibly decrepit old house on it (they showed me pictures, and we're talking major dump here). It's shadowed by these huge trees, and is damp and dark. Some reclusive type lived there all his life, and then died intestate, or whatever you call it when there's no will and no relatives. Anyway, Paul and Mike got it real cheap (relatively speaking), and they've been fixing it up for Mike.

Well, I guess it was pretty obvious he couldn't continue to live at home ... tension's pretty thick. Maybe that's been affecting me more than I realized. I mean there's no shortage of love, but, well, probably best if Mike's not under the same roof as his mother and sisters. They don't really understand ... can't blame them for that ...

Didn't mean to get into all this. It's just ... I knew he had to move out. I guess I was afraid he'd go deep bush.

They've fixed up a room for me in it. Mike says there'll always be room for his brothers in his home.

And I guess that's why I woke up feeling like blogging again. Maybe tomorrow I'll even be feeling bushy-tailed enough to talk about what happened with Leanne.