The last 18 hours have been OK. Is the new medication kicking in? I sure hope so. Though I am tired I am not as tired as I was a few days ago. My head seems clearer. Anxiety is minimal. I can breath. 

Yesterday I had my first session in Cognitive Behavioural Therapy. The lady that is teaching me is compassionate and brilliant. Even though I cried through almost the entire session she had me laughing with pictures of her two black Labs. At Christmas she had her dogs in a kennel and when she got them back she was given two pictures of her dogs with red and green garland around their necks. They pictures are hilarious. One dog looks all proud with his finery. His sister on the other hand has a look of long-suffering on her face. That is what I love about Labs, they wear their heart on their faces. 

And what else? Our washing machine is leaking. We are going to try to fix it ourselves but likely a repairperson will be needed. The washer is only a few years old. Remember the time when you bought a washing machine and it lasted 25 years? My mom and dad had appliances like that and only got rid of them because they were Harvest Gold and my mom wanted white appliances that matched the new house that my dad built. (My sister still has those white appliances in her house!) She ended up giving the Harvest Gold to a newly married couple. And remember the times when people just gave things away to those in need instead of selling them? Anyway, our washing machine is leaking. Thankfully, it was not a lot of water and there is only some bed sheets that need to be washed at the moment. Incidentally, the above picture looks exactly like the kitchen in the house I lived in around 1976. There was a dishwasher to match. And I think the oven had glass. 

Speaking of kitchens, I need to go finish cooking supper.