To Duress or not to Dress

Well today is another day.  The coffee I had yesterday that was strong enough to spank me and take me home for supper has worn off and I'm feeling just a bit tired from all the excitement.  I have an appointment this afternoon and I'm wondering if I should try a little swim today to up my serotonin levels.  Tomorrow I volunteer for three hours at a place I really enjoy so I want to have energy for that as well.  I think I will rest until I have to leave, then go swimming afterwards.  I really don't want to go anywhere at all.  I know the results from my swim will be worth it and I will feel on top of the world, energetic and in a great mood.  It's possible that I might be able to dare one of my friends to come with me.  Usually I dare her that I can get ready faster and usually, I'm the one sliding down the banister to see her stuff already on the front porch and her standing there like she was beamed directly from her clothes closet to the great outdoors.  I don't know how she does it, she's so laid back and relaxed.  While I'm trying to figure out which boot goes on my left foot, she has already washed, dressed and made it down the stairs to give me that "HA! I beat you (again)" look...not that I mind.  We are both forced into leaving the house and I consider that a major coup de gras in our battle with depression.  And yes, I really do slide down the banister, generally when no one is looking and I need to do something childish that will cheer me up again.