The email for nominations for the Board of Directors of my mental health drop-in came thru today and i was delighted and charmed by all the bios candidates gave of themselves. The English was so poor it was almost creative. But i just found it amusing -- all the random, silly things people said about themselves. I felt warm-hearted towards all mentally ill people and what loveable bumbles we all are. I felt compassion for us all -- for how messy life is and how we keep persevering against all odds.

But otherwise the day was long. I'm grateful for the lack of anxiety, fiasco, and crisis, of course. I guess that's just life when you're a mildly depressed recluse.