This morning I pulled out an old half-shirt from my drawer that I had since the 90s. It's tie-dye with spaghetti straps and I said to myself, "This little old shirt is never going to fit me." But it does! EASILY. I'm glad too, cuz it's always been one of my faves and is oh so comfortable. Amazingly, it doesn't look faded or frayed at all for its age. 

Enjoying another day free of anxiety. I’d say I’ve finally kicked this thing and have recovered. It feels so damn good, too! 

Not much else to say right now. I’m just finishing up the week’s household chores like laundry and running a load of dishes. Then it’s on to my online work/fun. 

For dreams, I remember one negative one, one positive one, and one that was pretty neutral. I liked the one where I was sitting (outdoors at a picnic table?) happily chatting with my sexy doctor, but not the one where I was at a heart specialist and said, “My heart’s beating hard right now” and the doctor told me it was only beating 57 BPM. 

You know, I’d have told you in the past my least favorite body part was the uterus. But after all the shit I’ve been through in the last month, I’d say it’s definitely the heart. 

In the last one, I was sitting on a plane next to a woman and her teenage daughter. The woman was accusing her daughter of stealing cigars when she wasn’t looking.