I was cleaning my room and the cell phone rang. It was my Mom. I walked inside and handed the phone to my son. He said, “Mimi, Mommy is making me macaroni & cheese.” Hahahaha. Guess he was hungry, but what a way to ask. 
Then my cat, Shirley, has been all over me today. Every time I open the door to my room she darts in there and hides and no matter where I want to sit, she slips under me and takes the spot before I can sit down, making me pick her up and cuddle her to get her moved out of the way. Little punks. 
So my Mom has taken off on a Thelma and Louise-type road trip to Albuquerque with her free-spirited hippie best friend whose husband recently found a new girlfriend after 37 years of marriage and, when she confronted him, said he didn’t understand why he couldn’t keep them both. 
Yeah, I’m praying their road trip doesn’t track the movie. After some sort of female religious bonding ritual in Albuquerque, they are off to discover their artsy fartsy sides in Taos.
My Dad went to the psychiatrist today and got a medication adjustment, some good advice about keeping on a strict schedule with his meds (i.e., taking a few with him along with some PB crackers in case he stays out late one night or something and misses the normal dosage time). The psychiatrist really liked this chart I found that has the patient fill out what they see as their trigger behaviors during a manic onset and a depression onset and then there is a box for each where they write what they would like family/friends to say or do when they observe those triggers. He has to go back again next week to see if the med adjustment is working. I sure hope so. He is doing so much better than when he was so severely depressed and I don’t want to see the pendulum swing the other way.
