turned out to not be such a bad day, though it wasn't nearly as productive as it might have been. 430 is hard on me when it comes to staying awake, turns out. i did get to counseling, and i did get to my parent's house, but i was dragging badly. i ended up coming home for a nap before i could get my clothes dry. i ate the rest of my corned beef and cabbage for lunch. i had KFC for dinner, which sucked and sucks. but i didn't feel like cooking.
i decided against Columbus. something tells me i wouldn't be very comfortable there this week. i trust my judgment. things to do here anyway.
Rachel is very down about her 'excursion'. there is nothing i can do. a shortcut through a mine field is not the best way to go, no matter how much time it hypothetically could save you. i listened to her and i said nothing. i don't miss the casino. i don't believe it would add anything to my life at this point.
i am going to clean tomorrow, finish the last 40 pages of Old Lazarus' editing, start thinking on the Thanksgiving meal and arrangements and otherwise just begin putting the blocks in place for the next level of Z-Phyles. there is time, and the work is being done, so i have to be good to me and keep the faith. Thank you, Jehovah, for a lovely day.
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