Mckell, you might just want to write down some of those journal thoughts for T... the ones about the process. Talk to her about feeling so lost and needing a framework. i'd go nuts working blind like that, even though i actually told T it tickles me that he felt he was working blind with me. <evil grin>

oh Soli... you're the bestest. You made my day. Here i am sweating over what T asked me to write, feeling like some kind of idiot. He asked me to write about what i couldn't say... and why i couldn't say it. Ick. i'd rather stick my thumb in dog poo.. which i accidentally did once when i was picking up after one of the babies.