Overwhelmed with negative thoughts and emotions, I walked over to the psych crisis center where I've become a "frequent flyer" lately, and spoke with a worker. She gave me leads on depression support groups, and I made 3 calls. Still trying to locate a new Pdoc who takes my insurance. I enjoyed watching Sherman play with other dogs at the dog park in the beautiful weather. I confirmed by phone my teaching a 3 hour workshop in April, which I nearly canceled in fear. I sent off to the Juvenile Court my rather skimpy investigator's report.