Day 1214: Dee Doo

Or, something akin to that.

That's Darling A's way of saying "thank you".  Of course, she says it to me whenever she hands me something (a current favorite way to pass the time)--because that's what I say to her whenever she hands me something.

So, she isn't really saying anything and she doesn't use it appropriately.

But it is adorable.

And it made folding the laundry a billion times more enjoyable today.  Even when she started taking the items of clothing I'd already folded and handing them to me.

A strange thing happened in the last 24 hours.

I went to bed feeling really weighed down and sad last night.  And I woke up in a really good mood.  Among other things, I think the main game changer was remembering a reminder from my last appointment that at one point, I was a lot more accepting of the depression part of me and my life.  And not nearly so angry and frustrated.

So, I focused on changing my feelings to that.  And on reminding myself of all the progress I have made, even though I'm quick to accuse myself of being right back at the beginning.

And then I woke up feeling genuinely happy.  And so not weighed down.  And that was a great feeling.

And it's lasted for much of the rest of the day.

Which I finished off with a fantastic date with my HH at a very creative and unusual display of local theater.  Few things are better than laughing with my best friend.