Blue_Bird, I could almost eat a whole pumpkin pie now. I really like it, but of course my husband doesn't. Some apple cider donuts from the local orchard would be good, too.

I am finally taking a break because I feel like I am on fire. I swear that I have done 20 times the amount of work that Hubby has. Every time I look in his home office, I see no progress. The realtor said that we only have the painter/handyman through Saturday, so I had to really put the petal to the metal with everything else. Hubby's office will clearly be the last task for the painter/handyman.

I had a video appointment with my psychiatrist yesterday. He declared that I am hypomanic. I don't know, but if extreme productivity, high energy, and excitability (despite prepping for a home sale and a December move to Europe) MUST be hypomania, then OK. I am. Frankly, without me, we wouldn't be making such great progress. I have been managing the whole shabang on the US end. It kind of pisses me off that "bipolar hypomania" gets credit for my accomplishments, in my psychiatrist's eyes. I deserve it! Me! I've been kicking butt! I am working extremely hard!

Out of the blue, yesterday, my psychiatrist made a big deal about what I would be doing for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving!?!?!?!?! I hadn't even given that a thought. Truly. To heck with Thanksgiving. I told him I would just buy a turkey breast and Stove Top stuffing. [Note: This is a sarcastic statement from me. Only people that really know me would get it.] Then he started recommending I make reservations at a specific restaurant in my childhood hometown (he loves my childhood hometown) and book a private room there for a family "conversation". Again, I really wasn't up for thinking about that stuff yet. And honestly, I'd much prefer to eat Peking Duck at the local Chinese joint.

Tomorrow is garbage day (we'll have several bags) and recycling day (we have oodles). Then this Saturday is "Hazardous Waste Day" in my township. Quite good luck!