Since my s/o used to do all the cooking, it was a challenge for me to cook the turkey . . . but I did it. He's too mobility impaired now to cook like he used to. So I am forced to learn. To my amazement, I'm not doing too bad.

Home now and glad to be.

I've gone through some kind of significant recovery. When I'm having a depressed/anxious spell, I leave my TV on in the living room when I go to bed. It makes it seem like I'm not alone in the house. I haven't needed to do that lately. So I really am a lot better than I was.