Got up early and started doing stuff around the house. Got some laundry done, and some stuff picked up. Started working on the writing I needed to do, and finished one article. Finally...

I went to therapy today, and ended up having an extra long session. She did not have an appointment after me, and we ended up going on for a long time. It did not feel all that long, but we talked for almost two hours. Had a lot of great conversations, including my stronger and stronger feeling that I am going to die soon. I can't shake the feeling. The increased pain in my chest does not help at all. I feel like there is just so much going more and and more wrong with me.

After I left there I ran over to Kristen's with the laptop and copied the pictures I had taken of Bryan on to one of the extra chips I gave her, and took copies of the pictures she had taken on to the laptop. Then I ran home with just enough time to change and meet L in town.

Here is a nice picture of the Holiday tree all lit up.

As we were walking home, these two guys tried to talk to us, I made the mistake of responding to them, and even though I thought they stopped bothering us, they followed us back to the house. I saw them up front, and decided to open the door. I asked them what the hell they were doing, and then let Byron out. He had them running full bore up the street before he hit the fence. So the doors are all locked tonight, as they are every night, and the door between levels is also open just a bit. They know we have a dog, and a big nasty one at that.

It's december, and warm enough outside to wear short sleeves to watch a holiday tree get lit.