As of this month I will have been going to free community mental health therapy for a year. My therapist is a grad student who is also a paraplegic. She graduates next month and I will probably stop therapy at that point. She's pretty cool, and I have learned some important things in the past year, about myself and what to do going forward. It has been good to talk to someone weekly and get some validation, and also be accountable each week with my therapy homework.
I also started taking low doses of
Bupropion
about three months ago because winter was kicking my butt. When my partner and I are both on it we tend to calm down a little and spend less time outside of the "window of control."
Yesterday I hosted an online academic symposium with 22 presenters and 150 registered attendees. I was impressed with the quality of the sessions. It was a lot of work and stress and Microsoft Teams threatened to lock people out but it finally came all together.
So I've got about two more physical therapist sessions for my
Lateral epicondylitis, more commonly known as "I'm over fifty and everything breaks all the time." I think the therapy helps, but also the leftover wrist brace I've been wearing reduces the muscular pain in my forearm considerably.
My son is going to work remotely in Nicaragua and told my wife when she was having a depressive episode and she freaked out and is convinced he will be kidnapped.
We went on our first cruise to Baja, to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary. It was both trashy and fun.
There is quite a difference between Catalina Island and Ensenada, but we enjoyed them both.
Taking the bus to the Long Beach airport. This photo is pointless, except all of the bungalows we saw, frozen in place by their million dollar mortgages, were quite charming.
We probably spent three hours on public transit on the way home and saved about $150. We each just took a carry on, not carrion, for a five day trip. I think I want to go on another cruise, perhaps.
“As each person's sandal hits the pier, a sociolinguistic transformation from cruiser to tourist is effected.”
― David Foster Wallace, A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again: Essays and Arguments [//i]