Slept very well and feel quite good this morning, other than vast national grief and sorrow. The n'hood in Seattle, where my best pal lives, looked like a freaking banana republic last night wiht tear gas and flahs bangs and guns. Insanity.

I really hve to figure out how I can remember to take all my medications. I am alone here and I often forget to take some of them. I just don't know how to help myslef with this. I wish there was a service for people living independeently where we could go and get our meds every day. That would be perfect for me. Then, all I would have to do is show up. Pretty sure that, I could pull off.

Being in the hospital for so long was very good for my bipolar. I was way more stable being around all that support. I have to admit, given how hard it has been for me since getting out in 2016, that I sometimes wonder whether I should just live in a hospital forever. Maybe that is where I belong or something...

Hugs and love to all. Trying to remain apolitical here, but I did experience some hope this morning hearing Mr. Biden talk about Dr. King and Rosa Parks. Maybe we will get through this somehow.