I have a 19-month post half-written and now Tad is 20 months. The thought of publishing TWO WHOLE POSTS in one month in order to catch up gives me a fit of apathy, though. Poor thing will have to survive with only Facebook to record his early genius.
Went to therapy today and it felt frustrating and unproductive. None of the solutions to my problems are things I didn't already know. Then again, none of the problems are new. It's very meta; one of the major reasons I'm depressed is because I feel like nothing ever changes, and even therapy doesn't help because the therapy sessions are all the same!
I'm supposed to be making a grocery list; how long before somebody notices I'm not doing what I'm supposed to do with my little bits of stolen time?
One of these days I'll be back for real, promise.