I just woke up and feel a little more hopeful than I have in the past few months. I didn't sleep well but it's a quiet Sunday morning. I find that peaceful in and of itself. I have things to accomplish before the end of the day. I am moving and have determined how much needs to get done each day in order for the remainder of the house to get packed. Packing and the general stress of the house being in disarray has increased my anxiety and interfered with my daily routine. The routine has ground to a halt and I find myself accomplishing very little, which, of course does not help at all. I have recently found a home for my dog. She could not go with me to my new home. While I miss her, I am happy that I have placed her in a good home with people who will love her as much as I do.