I'm in one those rear depressive moods where I'm sad and overly contemplative. Overly contemplative being the rarity.

My stepfather died last Sunday, August 10th. I had to cut short my visit with my love, Satyrwilder, and head to RI. The wake was the following Thursday and the funeral that Friday. He raised me and my siblings when my real father cut out on us. This definitely jump started my depression as would be expected. We never really saw eye to eye. I was too much like my actual father without ever knowing him. I guess he and my mother realized this and tried to suppress it in me. Didn't work. Later on, they seemed to come to terms with me and we developed a good relationship and mutual respect for each other.

Back to my mood. When I get this way, my obsessive compulsive disorder kicks in full on. I binged watched the entire Watership Down television series. The movie will follow. Today I wound up finding a hardcover copy of both, 1st American edition, 3rd printing of the book and a 1st British edition, 1st printing of Tales From Watership Down. Bought both. Had copies when I was young. Read them to death. The original being my favorite book along with "Mrs. Frisby And The Rats Of N.I.M.H." About to find THAT one, too.

Not sure why, all of a sudden, this fit of nostalgia. I guess, when I was feeling down, I'd read these books and they'd comfort me in some odd way. I guess I'll find out when they arrive in a week.......