Glad to hear things went as well as could be expected, Steph. Hope your dad's doc can do something about the hallucinations.
Tom, even if the class isn't teaching you new principles, odds are seeing other people's perspectives and getting critiques of your work from the teacher and maybe other students will be useful. And having something structured that gets you out of the house but isn't a high stress/pressure environment might be a good way to ease yourself back into the habit of socializing more. I took a couple of photojournalism classes post-graduation and even though I never did anything ambitious with my photography afterwards, I enjoyed taking them and regard the expense and effort as worthwhile. (Admittedly this was in mid-90s dollars, so a bit cheaper...)
God, you have my email and my number. Reach out to me anytime.
I feel this way sometimes. If God needs me, they have my contact info.
(This typo made me smile this morning.)
Some pictures from the weekend.
Awww, as Trudy notes, the Cutest Baby in the World makes a Beautiful Bride.
Steph- thank dig your dad was compliant. Now sleep all the sleeps.
Gud, please call askye or cass, or. Therapist.
Scola, take the class.
I, too, am struggling. No fear of leaving the house, but inertia to actually do anything. I just want to sleep, like all the time. And today I came in to work and now just want to cry. Nothing particular is happening, but anything feels like too much.
Today is a hard day, I agree.
Yeah, I am SO tired. If I could have forced myself to sleep more, I would have, but my brain just decided it's time to be awake. (Pretty sure I slept about 9 hours, but I feel like that wasn't enough.)
In good news, Tim started back on day shift today! I will be so glad to have him home in the evenings.
GO TEAM DAY-SHIFT HUSBAND AND UNARMED DAD!!!!!
I hope you can feel some peace and enjoy that.
Yay day shift and no longer a night walker!!
I too just want to sleep. And not deal with the many dramas and personalities at my job. Ugh.
Yay day shift!
{{msbelle}}
I woke up thinking "hey, you know what I don't want to do today? Work" but I am in fact working. Bah. At least I got the opportunity to complain about it.
Ice cream for lunch. Operation Eat Your Anxiety is underway.
