In getting ready for bed last night, I was struck by one of those little ironies. The makeup that washed off my face in all of 20 seconds had taken me 20 minutes to put on yesterday morning. Let's not forget the "touch up" to it yesterday afternoon. ~sigh~

Need to schedule a doctor's appointment here soon. My anxiety level is still running way too high, even with the Celexa, for me to be more than moderately functional at best. I don't want to increase the Celexa as it's working well for the depression at this dosage, and the depression is long-term. The anxiety should only be a short-term situation. The anxiety proves so damn incapacitating.

I haven't lost any more weight, but I haven't gained any either since I've had an appetite again for a week or so. I'm fitting into my "skinnier" wardrobe these days. That's a good thing. The "skinny" wardrobe is still weeks away.

I'm going to pause here and continue this later. The googlegods have a blurb posted that there is a scheduled outage.

I didn't make it back to this last night. Too tired to do much of anything, so I went to bed at a reasonable hour for a change.

I have spent most of today hanging with the grands in alternating groupings while Amanda ran two of them to different dentist offices in different parts of town.

I'm knitting a few stitches on the teal chenille sweater. This will definitely be my Christmas sweater this year. I'm trying to figure a way to spend a day or two with "that guy" during his break from school. I know he's planning on doing some traveling to visit friends on the east coast.

He received a phone call the other night. I was lying across the bed sort of drifting. When he got off the phone he mentioned Indiana police. ~huh?~ I missed the context. He repeated. He would be going September 8th........ Indiana police.... ~still lost but now rapt~ (He tends to speak English a little more rapidly after speaking Krio to his African friends on the phone.) He repeated, again for my benefit, a friend is getting married September 8th and he'll be gone to Indiana police the whole weekend. I finally got it.

I do LOVE his accent, by the way. His voice is one of those deep, silky, quiet tones. I love listening to him talk, even if it's on the phone and I only catch a few of the English words in the dialect. He has a beautiful voice. Every now and again though, one of those idiosyncratic pronunciations will throw me for a loop.

mmmmmmmm..... cheesecake..... I don't know why I'm bothering to eat this stuff. I should just apply it directly to my thighs..... It is totally wonderful and decadent though. There is nothing quite like cheesecake.

I need to win two more matches of gin against this cheating computer program this evening. OK, it's an hour later, and I managed to win one match. Guess I'll try for the other one in the morning though I really wanted to get it out of the way tonight. When they updated the gin game, they made it smarter. Maybe my antisocial self might be better off playing against a live person. Yeah, right! I'll play gin with real people in 3D, but not against real people on the computer.

I'm going to close this here and get an early start on tomorrow.