I tried to make this post 45 minutes ago, and then the keyboard fell off my iBook, and I only just got it fixed.

Anyway...

Seconding NYC for Fay-Job 2006!! We have a skyline and, um, shit!

Hey - vw -- did you here back from your therapist?

Yes. I did. Then I headed off to bed. Sorry.

I made my skills plan to get through the week. She was pleased with it. She added a few things (mostly to the self care section), and I'll see her today, so all is well...or as good as it can be.

I'm up incredibly early, but I think it's because I slept much of the day yesterday trying to get caught up on not sleeping that night. Hopefully that's not going to make today more difficult.

{{{Cass}}} I'm so sorry I was out of it when we were trying to chat last night. I hope you're doing a little better today. Much love.

I'm taking my dogs to a open space, group play kennel today, as we are leaving for Christmas. We've never been to the kennel before. I saw just now that I was supposed to have sent the forms in a week ago. Probably no one will even mention this when we get there, but I am now stressed about it. I hate this aspect of my personality.

Oh, and Good Morning!

I hate this aspect of my personality.

I do that too. I too hate it. I'm sure it will be fine, though.

I do that too.

At least I'm in good company. One of the reasons I love my husband is this sort of thing never bothers him. Even if something becomes an issue eventually, he can talk his way through it. I try to just put my faith in his ability to make stuff work out.

Radical acceptance has helped me be a bit more like Joe. I usually have a little panic, then remember that I can radically accept it and deal with the consequences as they come. It's helped a lot.

t /therapy likes carrots

I miss my therapist. I should call her or drop her a line or something.

Hugs to all the early risers. And anyone else who wants 'em.

I got nothing more to say.

Oatmeal.

I just thought of something nifty at work. The new nurse, in spite of looking about 12, is bright enough to get that if a resident's usual, non-sick, under the armpit, temperature is in the neighborhood of 92 degrees F. then when it gets up to 97, in spite of not being in the traditional fever range, there is something wrong. Turns out the poor fellow has pneumonia, but who knows how long it would have been before he went to the doctor if she hadn't been paying attention.

therapy likes carrots

Ain't that the truth.

Wally report! I have indulged myself in a frenzy of new approaches on the various online dating sites. Trying something a little different, just having more fun with it. Hey, I don't get many replies, so at the very least I may as well entertain myself.

Seems to be working pretty well so far. I've had a couple of responses so far (within the day, that is), one person has already sent two emails. The other person thinks I'm pretty funny. Aww.

Depending on how well Wally goes, you might find this to be useful, billytea.