Well, I didn't tell her. I was late getting there, and didn't tell her it was because DH said I couldn't leave until he finished mowing the lawn. The time went too fast

I wore capris, because T has commented on how much extra clothing I have been wearing (like a scarf to hide the scratches I made on my face and neck, and lots of layers). So I was making an effort not to cover up my scars, because hiding them was too obvious. I had told her about cutting last month, but didn't tell her where. She noticed my leg and commented that I had done something to it, and made me go through that whole story again. It turned out being productive because I told her about feeling like that was so long ago (last month, yeah), and not something that I feel like doing right now, and each time it happens again I'm surprised because I think I ought to be over it. But it does happen again. She asked how I can be past that, when I haven't done anything about stopping. Just not doing it for a few months doesn't seem to be enough. So now I have to write a plan for managing my own behavior, like I write behavior plans for my clients.

It was productive, but there was so much more that I wanted to talk about, and by the time we finished that topic, there just wasn't time to start a new one, so we chatted about cats and academic stuff for a few minutes instead, which is nice too but I wish there were more time. Two weeks is forever, and my list of things that I want to talk about is getting really long. I think I'll never get to it.

Oh, and she asked what updates I had for the past two weeks, and I couldn't think of anything. I didn't even tell her that I met her sister and wished that I could ask her sister for a hug, because it would have been almost like a hug by proxy.