Slow Burn - the droughty hellish hot summer of 1918 has almost done me in.
I made an appointment with a therapist for Saturday next. Therapy has been a part of life for me since the 70's. About 20 years ago was the last time. I was in Texas, having run away from home. I did like Dr. Sam. He was bright and just a bit younger than me. We had great conversations. I had awesome insurance back then.
My hope is that this latest one will turn out to be a positive connection. I have neither the energy nor the inclination to go therapist shopping.
Today, I have no expectations surrounding the experience. By Saturday, that may have changed..
My creativity being a bit slack right now, I got into playing with filters for this month's selfie.