Good Night

Tomorrow is another day and I'm heading with Punch to the Cape. Today brought five appointments, four of them about or for Punch--school counselor, caseworker, riding lesson, therapist. 

Best gift of all today: H. strummed "The Windmills of Your Mind" on guitar and sang it for lullaby for me and Punch.

Another gift: Expert observed that my web of anxiety is an addiction unto itself....that it's better to figure out strategies and solutions and adapt them if they don't work....rather than feel powerless in a sphere of doom and gloom. Sounds logical and hopeful.

Sleep well. Sweet and saltwater dreams.