Now, I’ve gone and done it.
I missed a 9am appointment with my therapist.
Just awhile ago, she called, a bit worried. About me! I have never been suicidal. Maybe some of her clients are, but when I get too low, I put on some Reba McIntire music and fold the laundry.
She says this will cost us. We have to pay full price for a no-show. Damn, that’s like 125 bucks right after the property taxes and the books for my summer classes. But I’m still in my bathrobe, I’m not gonna get all in a tizzy now. I have to worry more about getting a dishwasher repairman, which should be under the warrantee.
There has been moving furniture, and going out of town to see old places and family and friends, and then a wedding where my own son was the handsome and gracious Best Man, and then a trip down memory lane with papers and envelopes and crayon drawings.
And the nudges for the weblog. What happened? How is everybody?
My faithful readers want to See and Read and Laugh.
Popularity comes with accountability.
OK, yeah, I forgot an appointment. Maybe I didn’t need it so much this week. It’s not like an aching tooth needs a crown, or an in-grown toenail needs to be soaked in an Epsom salts bath.
I guess I’d better get ready for the day.
Which is the 6th of June.
According to the wall calendar, it is the anniversary of D-Day, when the Allies stormed the beaches of Normandy.
~~love and Huggs, Diane