Stuff and Moonshine

Fruitcake: cooling.

Evening wrap for NYE: sewn.

Apartment: semi-clean.

Slip-cover to conceal cat-scratches on back of armchair: in progress. 

Chocolate truffles: devoured (mostly by Andrew.)

 Worried I may be too sane for my therapist. She didn’t actually ask “why are you still coming here?” but that was the vibe I was getting from her questions about what my goals were and what I wanted help with.* She did email me some journaling prompts, so maybe I’ll try to do them here, just for accountability.

 

*It may not have helped that the last couple of visits I wasn’t feeling too bad, but that’s not necessarily a permanent thing; it just means I was feeling ok those particular days. What do I want. Not sure. I suspect it might involve not being tired all the time; I know by now I can cope with most things, but I wish I could cope with them more easily. And a lot of the time it feels like I can keep my head above water, but can’t actually make any progress.