I only had to clean up four puppy piles today, but I am thinking of renaming Silo to Sprinkles. They are doing good though, and they are good for the family. My husband and I went for a walk with them after dinner, the first time I have been out for recreational purposes in months, and the exercise was good for me too. I’m hoping to make it a habit. My appointment with my therapist went well. She taught me some acupressure methods for fear and anxiety, I’m not sure how it all works yet but it looks promising. I am still trying to figure out how to get my testing for schizo-affective disorder done. The doctors at the behavioral health are pretty backed up and may refer me off-post. It will be two weeks until I hear anything. Everything is less clear now, my convictions less strong. My mind has fallen back into the fog. I knew it would, but I miss the clarity and enthusiasm. I don’t miss the anxiety and restlessness. I hope I haven’t made a mistake. I usually embarrass myself in some way or another when manic. Looking back, that episode could easily have gone full blown for an extended period, my saving grace I imagine was my mood stabilizer. When I see my PDoc at the end of the month I’ll be sure to let her know I triggered a hypomanic episode with coffee. Sounds stupid, I know. It is what it is I guess.