As I wrote my entry last night, I could see my backyard and garden from my window. My garden bed was beckoning me. So, I grabbed some string and Ken's stapler. I decided I had better mark off those square feet for the square foot gardening I mentioned earlier.

It didn't take much time and effort, but I felt that tension, that anxiety I was feeling, lift away. True, it wasn't really my anxiety, but it was there. It was a reminder to me of how important outdoor activities are to a healthy mental state. I know you can walk away your ills if you do it enough. Remembering this, I e-mailed my niece to make sure she gets out and moves around. I hope takes my advice. I know it'll help.

I frequently have depressed students come to me. I don't know what it is. Apparently, they can recognize a like-minded soul, or maybe I'm simply a mother figure. I'm not a counselor. But I frequently have to determine whether a student is truly depressed or just a little blue. It's an element for my career that I feel exceedingly qualified for. If they're depressed, I direct them towards the professionals. If they're just feeling down, I hear them out and try to comfort them and get them moving in the right direction. It's gratifying, but energy sapping. I'm beginning to think that going through an emotional dip is a natural part of the college career. Some people just dip a little, and some people, like me plummet. In some ways, I think we expect too much from college students. They need a lot of support. Probably more than they did than when they were small children. And sometimes, in some ways they virtually revert back to those early childhood stages.

Enough of this. I have a busy day ahead of me. I don't have time to sit here waxing philosophically in my jammies.