Et Cetera and Linkage

So, yesterday was my last meeting with my therapist of five years. It wasn't an "organic" end; mostly had to do with financial matters. That being the case, I'm not really sure what to say about it other than: I'm optimistic, yet realistic, and just a tad nostalgic. All the other therapeutic relationships I've had were much shorter and came with an expiration date from the beginning.

We outlined some instances in which I'll promise myself to seek professional help again, and I'll probably get a recommendation from a psychiatrist in my sphere of acquaintance soon (psychiatrist = covered by my crappy insurance, hopefully. CSW/BCD = not). But for now I'm feeling out the lull, just to see how I do. Judging by the past month or so, I'm hoping I'll be... well... a little less lax.

I'll update with predictably boring feelings as they surface.

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On the OMG I CAN'T WAIT I FEEL LIKE I'M SEVEN AND WAITING FOR CHRISTMAS side of things, Courtney is coming to visit for Easter weekend! I am looking forward to this more than anything I've anticipated since the wedding and honeymoon, so that's a welcome feeling. Courtney is my kindred spirit, and there's no one who can quote Pride and Prejudice (original novel and/or BBC miniseries) and Monty Python and the Holy Grail with such accuracy and emotional abandon.

Even before that, a college gal pal is alighting in this neck o' the woods, and shortly thereafter, a wonderful friend I met in PHP (Partial Hospitalization Program - eating disorder treatment center, for you acolytes/normal people) is coming into town just after Easter. It looks to be a promising month.

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In other news:

YAY NEW DUCK! DUCKLINGS ROCK! THE WORLD NEEDS MORE ACERBIC WIT!

Tarot and I are in mourning for Bubba. We were pulling for him, but it was his time to go to kitty heaven. May more catnip, scratching posts, head scritches, and belly rubs come your way than you could ever imagine, you fabulous little Persian.

I want Maria to come live with me for a week. I think we could hone our "Articulating Your Frustrations" skills together.

For those of you who have kids, I just ordered and received a novella I LOVED in elementary school and love just as much now. I got it today and was really touched by how well it held up between my maybe 10-or-so mind and my 26-year-old mind. Really touching. You can't get it in bookstores since it was published in '86, but Amazon has it pretty readily.

Gah. The world. She scares me. Is everything going to shit?

And, finally, my husband is snoring like a chainsaw. I don't have a link for that one. He just is. It's an unfortunate fact that kind of makes me want to hit his head repeatedly until he wakes up and/or stops. Jesus H. Crackers.

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Another one I don't have a link for: We're going to a wedding this weekend in upstate New York. (Well, it's the Finger Lakes region, but quite honestly, I have no idea if there's a difference.) Pray I don't crash my brother- and sister-in-law's Land Rover into a median or another car or something. Seriously. Please keep me in your thoughts!