I'm starting to worry

DH still hasn't gotten the fox. He's seen it a couple of times, but he just hasn't been able to move subtly enough to where the fox will stick around long enough to get shot. I guess there's really no big hurry any more, the remaining chickens are shut up in the chicken house and not allowed outside until said problem is solved....

But I digress. I'm getting worried about DH. His schedule is all messed up. He's been getting up way too early and staying up way too late, in hopes of killing the fox. I told him that his mental stability is worth a lot more to me than the fox, he pretended like he hadn't understood me. I'm more than a little worried that his Lithium levels and Depakote levels will get "out of whack" and he'll lose this stability that he's been having. It's stressing me out.

Today I was at work when he called me and told me that he was helping a friend of his move. He should've been taking a nap. But anyhow, his voice had that sound in it, the one that I recognize as "the spending voice". Where it sounds like he's got a million bucks in his pocket and was in charge of the world. I pointed it out to him and he paused for a little while, I thought he was going to tell me I was right, but he told me I was imagining things.

Unfortunately I've been doing this too long now, to "imagine" things.

I don't know if he had any money (his mom might have sent him some, that makes sense), or if the mood was present without the spending. I guess I'll find out like I usually do, if he was spending, when he has the usual "day after remorse". I do hope I'm wrong, though.

My mom has been making sense, but still very depressed and feels helpless. I feel helpless, too, because I can't help her with this. I hope she can get past the things she "can't do any more" and start focusing on the things she can still do. And if she doesn't perk up soon, I hope they'll try an antidepressant.