Wait, I didn't realize the non-muumuu option was an aloha dress! I too vote costume changes!!

Crossing my fingers the meeting I have in half an hour is (a) productive and (b) not a cluster--the other folks invited some bigwigs, which makes me think it's less "how do we fix X problem" and more "explain why X was a problem in the first place and placate us on how it won't be one in the future" (the answers are "it was mostly your fault and I can't promise that", which they won't like)

I talked to my shrink. He prescribed additional anti-anxiety meds to get me through the election season. Feeling better about that.

My hand was shaking earlier, for the first time in six months.

I hope the meds help, tommyrot. That's no good.

more "explain why X was a problem in the first place and placate us on how it won't be one in the future" (the answers are "it was mostly your fault and I can't promise that", which they won't like)

Oh my god I hate both aspects of that with such a fiery passion. I don't mind the fixing the problem and I actively like figuring out how to make the problem not happen in the future, but when the answer is "make someone else do what they say they will do" as is so often the case it makes me so mad!

OK, I think I'm committed to the costume changes. If anyone does notice I will point out that my wardrobe requires a more Hawaiian clothes friendly dress code. I have mentioned before, I think, that even my professional wardrobe but definitely my business casual stuff leans heavily towards resort wear.

Tommy, that makes perfect sense. I need to remember to tap into my anti-anxiety meds more. I've been feeling so much better mentally, that I've thought about reducing my anti-depressants. But until this election is over, I don't want to mess with the good mix of chemicals.

Remember how I stressed over having a cleaning service come once a month? They are here today and it is so nice knowing my house will be sparkling while I work on the back porch. I'm going to have to come up with a plan B once the weather cools down, for both me and Jack.

I've read that doctors are seeing more patients with anxiety these days, thanks to this election.

I'm part of a trend!

I got a refill on my anti-anxiety meds this morning from the new shrink! Trendy!

Y'all, my new shrink is adorable. Tiny woman with glasses and a pert short haircut, wearing the cutest shift dress and kitten heels, can't be older than thirty. Recent PhD, intern working with a resident (it's a teaching hospital). She was professional and objective while still being emotionally engaging. She was easy to talk to. I liked the older male resident too, he was bearded and smart and had a firm handshake. I agreed to go to therapy again, ugh; they want me to do DBT one-on-one which I know some folks here have said is a good thing, so I'll try it. I have little hope though.

That's excellent, Zen! DBT always sounds like a good idea, I'm glad you have a chance to try it. I am more glad that you like the intern and resident you're working with - I guess you don't have to like a therapist for them to do you good, but I feel like it makes a difficult process easier.

Timelies all!

Ugh. The low battery alert on the baby monitor went off at 3:15 am, so I had to get out of bed to plug it into the charger. Then I broke a tooth at breakfast. It doesn't hurt much, and I have an appointment tomorrow morning to have it looked at.

For a Wednesday, it's quite a Monday.

Oh, man, Sheryl, I'm sorry for all that! Somehow your dentist appointment reminded me I need to take the dog to the vet, though, so thanks for that.