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Thursday, February 24, 2011
So today, when my son walked into the living room to find me curled up on the sofa, busily sewing the binding onto a quilt (which only has a deadline of tomorrow night), with Titanic in the background, of course his first question was, "Are you feeling depressed?"
"No," I said, "Melancholic."
"What's the difference?"
"Melancholy has only one 'e' whereas depressed has 3."
"Historically, melancholy was another term for black bile since it was believed that an excess of said excretion caused a person to feel sad or depressed. Depression has no such relationship to the dark-colored substances in your iternal organs"
"Well, then, do you have an excess of black bile?"
"No dear, I don't believe so."
"OK. Good. I'll be downstairs if you need me."
Such a kind and caring boy, don't ya think?