Some better, my son is home from living out of state. He came to get his car fixed. He is developing into a wonderful young man. He is kind to his depressed mother. I can hear them all down there raising a liitle ah-fun. They are all going out so the house is mine, all mine tonight! I do like solitude. Drugs seem to be helping. My thought process is still slow and muddy. ho hum. Better then what it has been like.