Then I’m more awake. And I say you know your back didn’t hurt at all while you were smoking. Just do not concentrate on the pain. I walk to kitchen a bit dazed trying to decide on breakfast. Put coffee on. Feed animals. Take massive load of pills. Fix breakfast. (had annoying run-in with the soy whipped under great pressure cream) Fix coffee. Walk back up terribly steep treacherous stairs balancing coffee, it has a lid, and beautiful red Fiesta bowl full of raspberries yogurt and granola.
Mood = good.
There is certainly light in my head.
See counselor at 10:00.
Meet with contractor at 11:15.
Will get in pool at some point I hope. No pressure.
Will read for EFM class tonight.
Will not watch too closely the up and down of the thing. Even something as small yes as a dirty plate a sad little shadow can bring her down.
Let’s all strain our necks upward toward the sun god, who may make an appearance today. May he be most praised. He is the balm and salve of all depressives everywhere.