citrus

homework from my therapist/counselor/psychologist/whatever you wanna call him :
he wants to read my journaling.

so.
considering that my subscription here is up in a few days anyway,
i will be inverting some my catharsis and keeping them to give to him.


it's not a show,
it's my life
moving right along.

this evening,
on the scenic ride home from denton,
i smiled so wide it raised the sunglasses off my nose...
driving a few car lengths behind a couple on motorcycle, a band of motorcyclers heading the other direction extended their arms as "hello fellow"...
their salute got me grinning.

doc noticed the blister on my right arm and asked me about the mutilation.
i accidentally touched the iron over the weekend while i was working at the board.
i should have mentioned that i usually don't have more than one mark at a time and the other isn't healed yet... but maybe my methodology doesn't concern him.
(what am i talking about, he's my fucking therapist, of course he's considering my m.o. )

mmm.
anyway.
sewing!
breathing!
pursed lips while i concentrate and good music, singing, swaying a little, maybe.

one night this week i want to catch that sunset at the lake. haven't been on a long walk in a few days.


she says "on the brink"
tell me about it.


weee!