So where am I?

My apologies for neglecting my blog....I've been very busy finalizing my book of poetry. Editor asked me to consider changing title and being the weakling I am, I did so but not the title doesn't reflect in intention of the work, so I don't know if I can switch back, can't see why not as we're not in final manuscript stage, but we have a phone conference this coming Monday.

 I've also had the burden of again being certified for permanent disability....this requires talking to my doctors and making sure we're all on the same page with how sick I am, and they agree I should not be worrying about going back to work.

I started with a new therapist, a younger man of exceptional intelligence and he seems to respect and like working with me. I gave him permission to talk to former therapist, I have nothing to hide.

I've been reading, in fact couldn't put it down Galsworthy's The Forsythe Saga, tried Emily Bronte and couldn't get past the first chapter, switched over to George Elliot's The Mill on the Floss-this period of literature is very soothing and a luxury to read when I was too busy either studying or working. I don't care for contemporary fiction so this is like striking gold for me, its a nice change from all the psych books.

My big cat who went to the veterinarian seemed to have a paralysis in his hind legs. Vet couldn't detect anything, but the poor thing was frantic if his back or legs were touched by me or his little brother. So I grabbed him and did a thorough exam and it turned out he had matting on his back and by his tail. I very carefully cut off all the matts and once the pain subsided--matting is very painful for cats--he's been running around and able to jump again like a kitten. He's a grouchy ol man generally speaking but now he's a kittenish grouch, so he's back to normal.