I see my psychiatrist at 2:30 pm. I guess I'm looking forward to it. My appointments with him used to be among my favorite moments of the month. I still like him very much, but I used to adore him, excessively. I believe stability, therapeutic processing of the issue, and being grounded has calmed that. Also, he used to give me very frequent appointments. I suppose to many, they're still frequent, but it was my reluctant choice to decrease them. I refer to this as "slowly lowering my dose of him".

I've been working on a memoir-like book off and on for a few years now. Damn, is it hard, in so many ways! I have no intention of rushing the process. There's so very much to learn. So much to reflect on. So much to remember. So much effort needed to hone my writing skills. [It's a different style of writing than I've done professionally.] And how/when should I end such an effort?