Typing with one eye open

It's been an exhausting week, and it's only a little more than half over.

I've been attending the Family Program at work, which is an intensive educational workshop of sorts for families of patients in treatment. I'm doing it because it's free for me as an employee and very valuable in terms of knowledge if I want to become an interventionist. I'm fortunate because we probably have one of the best programs of it's kind, so I get to learn how to interact with families of alcoholics and addicts from people who are really good at what they do.
It also means that I leave for work at about 7am, come home briefly between 3 and 4, and don't get home again until 9:30. Gross. My body demands more than 8 hours of sleep a night to function, and there's nothing I can do about that. So I'm cranky today and my brain is a little fuzzy. But I'm doing my best.

Poor Charlie boy. He misses his mama quite a bit. But my neighbors have been letting him out during the day so he doesn't feel so abandoned. I just wish that he fit in my pocket and I could take him everywhere with me. He is my security blanket, and when I'm tired and cranky I just want to curl up on the bed with him.

My depression seems to be at bay. Maybe I called it too soon. But hallelujah, I've had some good days. So I'll just take them for what they are and not analyze it.

My dating life is getting.... complicated. Perhaps I'll write more about that later.