Whenever I go to Half.com’s website, or Amazon’s, the page I see on my monitor shows items I should be interested in purchasing due to their relationship to items I’ve previously purchased. I just clicked on Amazon to look up some information on a book and it was covered with books about bipolarism. They must have me mistaken for someone else in my family. Or they know something I don’t know. I have, indeed, been off the antidepressants for over four months now and I feel fine. Not gloriously happy, but well enough to not feel the need to take meds anymore.
Last weekend, not this past weekend, but the one before, my mom and Auntie Linda and Roxy came for a visit. We had such a good time. The weather was beautiful and Roxy didn’t poop in my shoe this time and we found The Chocolate Factory and what else could we have wanted from a short weekend?
I am quite homesick. Not for Arkansas, but for a couple of really cute kids who live there and call me Aunt. Emily’s so busy that I only get to talk to her about every seven or eight days, and Reece is almost as busy. I can’t wait for Thanksgiving break. Those poor kids are going to have me hugging and kissing on them until it’s past the point of ridiculous.
It’s cold and rainy here and I’m tucked into my blanket, sipping coffee, and feeling ever so cozy. I want to stay this way forever.