I saw my pdoc yesterday and told him about my mother and relatives trying to visit me last week and how such things pretty much blow me away until i can find my footing again. He asked what he could do to help, and i asked if he could prescribe a morphine drip. so talking to t about it today, i realized that t slowing down his usual personal speed to accommodate my tortoise pace (re stopdog's comment this weekend about the t room being a theatrical interlude) - is reinforcing my pace, my taking care of myself, making it a pleasure, not a horrible duty, which is how we should have been made to feel to begin with - thats why babies are so cute at first, right? Then its not to literally take t home with us, but to take home that feeling of, what i like is important. This is funny that you should show up today - didnt we speak of lemon curd way back when? I was looking at "finely cut lemon and lime marmalade" in the international foods dept yesterday at the grocery store.