I have a feeling I might even wear that song out before the radio does.

Well.... What do I even say now? Today I had a near crisis at work, or something like that. At least it felt inside like I was having one. I made a private phone call to the emergency psychiatric services in the middle of the workday, and explained that I had been feeling really near the edge. Asked if there was any way I could see someone before next week?

Got an afternoon appointment booked way the hell over in Longmont (on that short of a notice, there's no room to be picky). When I asked about leaving early for medical reasons, my employer was kind enough to agree, no questions asked.

Took the drive through the nasty snow-covered roads, and saw the therapist I had spoken with on the phone. We talked for a while, and I think I'll just leave it at that.

What else can I say? I'm having trouble putting together another cohesive thought to type right now. I'm tired of crucifying myself on this web page.

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So be it. My brain has nothing more to add here right now.