Holy crap. For the first time in a long, long time, I am able to push out all of the negative self-destruction talk. It *has* to be the different medication. I feel, dare I say it, strong again. I hope it lasts.

This evening I am grateful:

- for warmth
- for my kitchen cabinet door that will not close (mainly because the furry critters keep opening it)
- for this new internet/mobile marketing course I'm studying. Love it. I'm on Module 3 of 9.
- for finishing "Son of a Witch." Woot! On to: "A Lion Among Men". I'm reading again!
- that the cute geeky bookstore guy started up a conversation with me yesterday
- that I found a great book on Alzheimer's caregiving yesterday
- that I set up the Christmas tree this year
- soft sheets. Never underestimate the value of soft sheets.