A pretty good day today. Meditation, medication and, for once, a real sense that I can't change many things made it decent. This despite tough decisions looming this week.
Tomorrow starts the final decisions of whether to return to work and when. I'm hitting up my therapist, a colleague I can trust and, unfortunately, the corporate HR director to ask questions that may jeopardize my position, but only that person can answer.
Cross your fingers, y'all and maybe hope that the biggest boogeyman...my head...doesn't tangle that all up into a nice, grey brain tornado.
Advice on ailing dog.
Any tips for motivating myself to get out of bed in the morning?
Trigger: I have a plan this time
Hospices time of life. 
Dealing with Narcisstic Mother and neighbours who longer speak
