My mom randomly decided we needed to go to Cheddars last night at 8:00 on a stormy night and, boy, am I glad she did. I had the best bourbon glazed salmon, steamed broccoli and baby carrots.

I stayed up until 1:30 watching Pretty Woman and was jolted awake at 3:41 this morning when the cat knocked something off the table so I overslept and missed both church and the healing ceremony.

I was supposed to notarize and overnight a medical form last week and could not get myself to do it. I’ll do it first thing Monday morning but I’m anxious about what the delay could mean. It’s hard when depression causes inaction and utter lack of motivation.

Warm regards to all and hugs to those that are struggling.