I have my first video session with my psychiatrist tomorrow. It feels so weird to have to have that with him. Weird. It didn't seem nearly so with my therapist, with whom I have a video conference today. I had one with her last Tuesday.

I have a lot to talk about. I think I will prepare notes for both upcoming sessions. I did that a lot in the past.

My freezers, fridges, pantry, and other food storage areas are packed. It reminds me of my maternal grandmother's "post Great Depression" food supplies. I've been cooking and freezing stuff like you wouldn't believe. If I start buying Mason jars and start canning, you'll all know I've fallen over the edge. Maybe even they are sold out. My daytime energy (despite the morning Seroquel XR) is still pretty high, but my other behavior is fairly stable.