Well, I woke up this morning and my DAD was gone!! Not sure what time he left this morning, but he said that if I was asleep, ‘he wouldn’t wake me’. And now I am here, in my house with all these sounds that have disturbed me for so long, , , and he is driving up to his home.

The CATT team said that it would taste like freedom,

 

And i don’t feel SAD, in any way. . . I guess I just feel, , ,

I am listening to the beautiful birds outside my home, and I am not confused, necessarily. Dad is right to say that when I am unwell I get ‘indecisive’. And truly the renovation did trigger a psychosis this time, , , as well as all those stressful web security issues.

NOW ALL I HAVE TO DO is go through the arts and crafts stuff on my dining room table and clean up my sideboard, , , and soon to be removed?? bookshelf?? (I wish I had somewhere for it. . . maybe the BACK WALL of the living room, and get rid of the couch, , , and put, , , dining room chairs against that WALL. . . (that is what I am thinking) lol.

Crack up

My Dad really does crack me up, and I should prolly go for a walk right now, , , but something is holding me here. . . I read last night that being ready is not a feeling it is a DECISION, , , and I decide that I need to stay in my home a little today, to become more attuned to my experience.