I'm actually feeling quite positive right now about the changes I'm sensing in my therapy (well, except for the change in day, but I'm pretty much over that by now. I was only mad about it because I wanted to go next week, and I could have on Wednesday, but h and I are going out of town on Thursday afternoon so I won't be able to go Thursday. Did I tell her that? Of course not. I acted like it was fine. I swear I am certifiable. It is fine for going forward, but I wanted to go next week dang it.)

Oh well. I have fuzzy-head from the yummy wine I'm drinking right now. Sutter Home White Zinfandel. Yum!