So my current depressive episode was finally triggered by an astronomy setback when a bunch of my eyepieces were stolen. And there are two ways to look at that event if I was searching for meaning. First, I could wallow, and take it as the latest in a string of negative experiences the universe had thrown my way to discourage me from sticking with the hobby (which I did for a while). Or, second, do a more micro examination for a time that it happened just after my best seeing ever (AstroLog 2019.002.1 Best. Viewing. Night. Ever.) and therefore I had a huge “high” just before to help me get through the low. Neither are particularly insightful views of the events — frequently shit just happens — but it did put astronomy in my cross-hairs for review during my depression. I have already outlined some of that history previously, so I won’t repeat it here.  » Read the rest