• Tonight is my last night with my therapist. Not that I am necessarily better, nor am I wanting to end things, but this is all the time I have been alloted. Mixed feelings, but then I had mixed feelings about getting back into therapy for myself anyway. I think some good has come out of it, although perhaps not as much as I would have liked. Not much else really goes on: there are a lot of details that I don't go into here, partly to protect my own privacy, but partly because I don't see a point to writing them down. Besides, I'm a better talker than writer. Or, typer, in this case. I'll be glad when the hot months of Summer are over. And yes, I know that means that the pretty girls will go back to covering up, which is a downer, but dammit, I'm tired of the miserable heat and humidity. I'm tired of the high electric bill for the A/C. I'm tired of not being able to wear jackets (long story) because it's too hot. I am not a "boy of Summer". I don't have a 'beach body', nor do I surf, or anything else associated with Summer. I am more of a Winter person, except for the Christmas season. I could do without the whole Silly Season: the crass commercialism, the forced family events, the whole thing. I vote for moving Christmas to Summer, and having Winter vacation instead.

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