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.

Oof, Sheryl - not a great day!

Go you, Zen! Do the thing!

Oh, man, this episode of GBBO has them making trifles. I am yearning.

Rough start to the day, Sheryl. I hope the tooth is easily repaired.

I'm really over noncity coworkers complaining about walking through " scary" neighborhoods near work (uh, Remington. And, uh, no.) when they then ask questions that clearly indicate they've never for a second ventured off their commute, and they don't know shit about what they're talking about, it is " the city" that is scary and bad. My bitchface shut one up mid sentence.

And I just walked to and from another neighborhood wine night where we rationally discussed some of the crime issues around here and what we're actively doing about it and how much and what we love about being here. And I ate too much guacamole and brownies.