I went and did a small job downtown today. There were too many distractions for me while getting wrapped up and I failed to put my 200T away. I left it in the bed of the bucket truck next to the access steps and at some point on the way home it fell off the truck. I'm not even going to bother going back to look. The last time this happened (3 years ago with the other truck), I saw it fall off but had to drive about 1/4 mile up the road to find a place to turn around. I was back to the spot in about 4 minutes and the saw was gone. So there's no sense in even trying to go back and find this one, I doubt it was on the ground more than a minute or two.
So with that and some other things, I am recognizing that my depression is kicking in again. I need to do something to keep from falling down in that hole, it's dark and lonely down there.