I'm glad to be back home from Philly! Luckily, hubby's eye is doing a little better this month. He didn't need the injection. I can't imagine having to have an injection in my eyeball

As usual, hubby wanted me to go to Wawa and pick up some hoagies. I just didn't feel like one. I bought him one, and waited with him as he ate it in the waiting room. Then, I must confess that I went across the street to a cafe for myself. I had a nice slice of quiche with a little side salad, a glass of wine (it was lousy so I didn't finish it), some coffee (brought 1/2 take out for hubby), and a mini apricot fruit tart (brought hubby half). Yea, I spoiled myself. I did feel a little bad doing this to hubby, but I couldn't stand the waiting rooms. They were like Penn Station in NYC at rush hour. If you've never experienced that, it's quite the madhouse!

Next Tuesday afternoon, I have an appointment to meet with the Director of Operations at my local NAMI (National Alliance On Mental Illness) chapter. I'm going to discuss volunteer opportunities. I told her that I'm not interested in the HelpLine, but there are other options. I didn't realize how far away they are. They used to have a location that is much closer to my house, but they recently moved almost twice as far. That's a bummer! Anyway, some or all of my first volunteer assignment will be much closer. They are having an Autumn Wellness Conference in a town that's only half the distance from my home.

I once briefly volunteered at the above-mentioned NAMI, at their old location. I had to quit somewhat abruptly because of severe anxiety, and then a mood episode. I told my psychiatrist, yesterday, that if they wouldn't forgive such departures, who would? He agreed.