Dear T. It's Sunday. My emotions don't understand why the arbitrary divide between times to reach out and times not to. If I needed you, I could write and you would reply. A lovely thing I may take for granted. But I don't need you, of course, just want to be in touch. I don't like scheduled therapy, I liked our flex-time sessions best, of course... they cost me four times as much. This is me balancing my wants and needs, sigh.... a balanced budget and a break, for both of us, from the heavy processing that seems to be my primary mode of doing therapy. The Jillian Michaels school of mental workouts. Ha. Sigh.