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Well I feel like an old calloused heel (pun intended). So, in my last post, I complained rather loudly about my husband's impending descent into clinical depression, which is so nice to begin with. Well, I had resolved that if he was unchanged the following day, I would strongly suggest gently encourage him to seek counseling. I would start there and then see how far it had to escalate before he got help or something...

Well, it looks like he just needed the evening to himself and a good night's sleep. Because the next day he was better.

So that's that. I'm just a callus old heel.