Hi, my friends. I'm sorry for the stress that you've both been under. I'm glad that the sewing has been soothing and that you've been able to meditate, SS. I had always been most interested in sewing with couture details and made most of my own clothes. I just lost interest as depression and attention worsened the past 2 years. I hope that it returns. Sundog, I'm so glad that you're catching up with the data at work. I hope you don't lose electricity again with the wacky weather.

The music is non-stop from the time I wake until the 2 xanax I take for sleep kicks in. At this moment, it's still Jambalaya, the Hank Williams tune, as it has been for the past 5 hours. If I think of another tune, that one will substitute, but often the first one reinserts itself. Some are stickier that way than others. I often hear the complete song, either instrumental or choral, sometimes male, sometimes female, sometimes both like male on verse and female on chorus. The arrangements are occasionally interesting, and it's obviously sometimes coming straight from childhood memory, like accurately reproduced from my parents' record albums. When it's just 2 or 3 notes repeating endlessly, I really want to jump out a window. Unfortunately, I live in a ranch house . It drives me absolutely insane as it's impossible to ignore and prevents me from meditating. I developed insomnia this past year and can't sleep without taking something. The music used to fade out as I was falling asleep, in the pre-insomnia days.

I think some times that my plate was so full with problems before this music thing started, the depression/anxiety/ADD, inadequacy and intimacy issues, being single, no family, few friends, no work or money, a skin disorder and compulsive picking, etc. And then this starts. Unbelievable. Sorry for all this venting and repetitiveness. And for such a long post. I wish I could be as active at PC as others, but I'm so drained by my life, and I'm often too utterly overwhelmed to communicate. I can only manage a few threads and a few friends these days at PC. Thinking of you both with love.

Oh, despite all this, I did manage to be a bit more productive today after an EMDR session around procrastination actually did me some good.