driving blind...

Rain. I like rain. Usually. Today I don't like rain. There's a special condition that tends to result from heavy drizzle+low sun+spray from cars going entirely too fast, that resembles pea soup fog. The little dots that indicate which lane you're in dissappear. The knuckles become white. You start to pray for your exit. I did, however, manage not to freak out, because it was yet another late night. I think I was too tired to freak, fortunately.

I'm tired. Tuckered. Last regular appointment and I got all weird and emotional last night. It certainly doesn't help that she's the only Grinberg practitioner in the entire Western US. I feel reft and bereft and abandoned. I've made giant leaps in the last month, and I don't know if I'll be able to maintain them without help. Driving blind indeed. Only this time in the metaphorical sense. I have very few people to answer to now for my actions. and no one whom I really trust with all the ickyness of the past.

On to the Trader Joe's Mixed Berry Nonfat Yogurt. And Carrots. And Bran Snacks. at least I can conquer the diet demons of the past...