Answering machine

Sitting here freezing in a towel and waiting for my serum-ed hair to dry. Current background noise: 600 pound life. I guess you could call it a Typical Thursday. A lucky woman that has peace in the moment (that’s not sarcasm)!

Heard my dad‘s voice on the answering machine a couple of hours ago - damn, damn, damn. Glad I haven’t his voice, laugh, or weird fake smile. I don’t think I ever will.

Had an appointment with one of my 2 psychiatrists on Monday that went well. The appointment with my second psychiatrist (the eating disorder one) is later this month. Grateful for compassionate and skilled doctors and the progress I have made over the years.

In other news, this guy I barely knew in high school passed away last weekend. He was such a light. It’s a corny thing to say - “light up a room” - and I didn’t know him beyond ”friendly acquaintance” level, but I’m sad for the people who loved him. Death can be cruel and random. That‘s enough “death” for one entry.

Now in terms of LIFE: I’m reading a murder mystery set in WW2 England. First time I’ve read this author and I’m impressed. I’m all raw self and less imagination - not necessarily a bad thing.

Eyelids are getting heavy. More later.