Double Dose

Can you tell that my blog may be my main source for ventilating frustration and perhaps my primary resource for holding myself together? Yes. In an effort to just keep out of the mental hospital, I've been frantically writing for what seems like weeks in only the last couple days. Luckily, though, I have insurance. That can be bittersweet, though. With insurance they may try to keep me longer than necessary for the money, and without it, I could go to the state hospital where they don't want to keep folks and be discharged quickly. Of course if for any reason I got stuck in the state hospital, it would be off the chain bad news.

But I digress.

Right now things are looking up. Except for the crane fly that I can't seem to catch and that is currently buzzing around my night stand. Might have to call Lu over to eat it. Anyway. What I'm trying to say here is that I got a call from Joe tonight. Hurried as usual, lasting 1 minute in 7 seconds, he told me that they will have a pass tomorrow from 10-4. He asked me to bring him more food, or rather the leftovers from the other day, and told me which lot to park in. And then he had to go. I'm not overly hopeful, but I know my mood has improved and that I am unable to keep some excitement from surfacing. I just hope it pans out. If nothing else, I know we'll get help Monday, but it'd be nice for Joe to be able to contact his chain of command himself tomorrow. And I have a few things I'd like to talk to him about as well. :-)