Feeling depressed

My husband has apparently decided that he's going to play golf every day of the week that he isn't working. This fall he'll be on sabbatical, which means he'll play golf until the snow starts falling. Meanwhile, I'm fighting a really bad case of the blues today. My wrists have given me so much trouble since the end of the semester that I have been unable to do any of the wonderful things I could hardly wait to do. The landscaping plans we had for the back yard are going nowhere. It's getting worse instead of better. I don't know why I will assume that my husband and I are in agreement about what we're going to do, and then he'll do something the opposite of it. What I want really does not seem to register with him. I'm getting to the point where I wish I'd signed up to teach this summer. My sons both are talking about buying houses, but it's only remotely possible for the older one, since he has a working wife. He and his wife have found a lease/purchase they really like. That would be good news if it could happen. He's had so many disappointments that I know he's bracing for this to be just one more disappointment. The mood I'm in today, that's how I feel, too. So this won't be a total downer, I suppose I should write about the white and yellow cat that came around yesterday. It appeared somewhat skittish but not entirely afraid of us. Last night I dreamed that the cat's name was Ginger, and that a little boy and his mother were looking for it. Oddly, Ginger had bangs and a gingery-colored page boy hairstyle. I've got to have a lot of dental work done, or so says my dentist. That's going to be costly and time-consuming. I also have a regular doctor's appointment soon. That's not going to go well. I fear he'll put me back on medication for diabetes. I have a nodule in my right palm that has split into 3 connected nodules. No telling what that is. I'm really so down that I can barely stand myself.