Refreshingly NOT depressed

Two days ago, I had my first appointment at Adapt here in town. That’s the local mental health facility. Let me tell you, I keep forgetting how much my meds help me. I can already tell a difference, folks! I’m not depressed!!!! That’s a freakin’ miracle around these parts!!!!!

I woke up today the same way as the last few days…Bomber (our kitten) slapping me with his paws. Not on my face this time, though. Can’t remember where, but it wasn’t my face.

Since we’re without water, I think I’ll go next door and ask our neighbor if we can fill up three gallon jugs we have. It sounds like she’s awake, unless Bomber is hyperly making THAT MUCH noise. I suppose it’s possible!

Things are looking up, I’m happy to say. I’m not angry, not depressed, and not suicidal. All those “nots” are good things. The Lord works in mysterious ways His wonder to perform.

Much love to all. My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack