I kind of fear I'm taking one too many steps forward. In addition to French lessons, yesterday I signed up for a six-part lecture series held at the university nearby. The lecture series addresses interesting and important topics relating to modern China. It will be held every Tuesday night for six weeks, starting next Tuesday. Someone here may recall my concern about studying French at night. That's why I ended up seeking private lessons during the daytime. My husband was the first one to object to me studying French at night, but he didn't hesitate to recommend the evening lecture series at the university. The reason? Because the lecture series is relevant to a potential part-time work-from-home job I may want in the future, which my husband may also work on. But hubby doesn't plan to attend the lecture series. Just me. It's held from 8 pm to 9 pm. On such nights I have to wait to take my evening meds. Assuming I won't get home until 9:30 or 9:45 pm those nights, that will surely mean that I won't be able to fall asleep until about 3 am. It's always the same. Plus, after a lecture, I'm sure to be wound up sometimes.

My dishwasher is fixed, thanks to my electrician brother. My clothes washer needs to be replaced, but is sort of working in the meantime.

I have therapy today. I'll be curious to hear what she thinks about the classes and lectures. I really like her, but she's still a fairly new therapist for me. I am not entirely sure she can accurately judge if I'm potentially biting off more than I can chew. I know my psychiatrist can, but he's too careful of a guy sometimes. He's not always encouraging enough.