Slow

I’m moving so slow today. I didn’t sleep well and finally made coffee at 545, and kept dozing off from then on.

I’m not sure what the day’s plans are, Eric is off so it’d be great to see him, and I’m going to the night group from 6-9 so I can (hopefully) talk to Brent for a few minutes about how I’m (not) dealing with the Janie stuff. If anyone can get me to talk and get down to the emotions of it, it’s brent. I call him my guru, because he’s teaching me how to assess my own shit and deal with it for what it is. To recognize when my thoughts and actions are out of line with healthy thinking/living. And, I trust him implicitly with every fucked up thought, action and reaction I have.

Ive got to get off my ass and hit the shower, because if Eric comes by, I don’t want to be rushing to get ready. And I look about as sexy as a mongoose half-eaten by a cobra right now. Anyone else remember Rikki Tikki Tavi?  C’mon, I know some of you out there are my age!

I’ve got Janie’s things gathered up for her dad. And I e got to get some more housework done today.