You know a black cat crossed my path on my way to our first date. I used to think it was poppy cock, not anymore. Today I met with a therapist, going again next week, a white cat and rooster crossed my path (my mom's house in the country). I should look that up. Maybe the rooster means run away from him fast, because it was running from my car fast, and the white cate, well that's promising I'm sure.

I'm also getting in with the psychiatrist in a few weeks, I know I need meds. Went through the bills I had, sorted them, got some ready to be paid when my check comes. I'm feeling good about moving on without him, he's was a dead weight in my life. More like an anchor. Weighed me down so much digging myself out is going to be a challenge.