Since my psychiatrist lowered my Seroquel XR, my hypersomnia has eased. I'm now getting the normal eight to nine hours of sleep. I also feel my mood is starting to lift a little bit.

Hubby will be home this weekend, but we will be repairing our deck. It will be a lot of work. My brother is supposed to help us, but he has yet to call me to say which day he can come. I'll have to call him tomorrow if I don't hear from him today. I don't want him to forget about it.

Last weekend my dad called and said he wanted to visit me for a couple of hours this week. I told him to call me early in the week to let me know when to expect him. Well, it's Thursday and I'm yet to hear from him, as well. Last night I confess I got angry (there's been a lot of anger towards him for a while for justifiable reasons) and left a message sort of scolding him. Maybe he won't call back. Too bad! He seems to think his cafe and bar buddies, and new girlfriend are more important than his children and remaining grandson. I've gone to Al-Anon a few times, but never in consecutive weeks. They pretty much suggest I stop wishing for his behavior to change. My psychiatrist says the same. Pretty much it's like accepting a sort of death.