Home

I am home.  It has been a long, stressful day with the social worker screwing things up with my going to intensive outpatient.  It looks as if that may be impossible.  I'll explain later.  I am in the midst of 'suicide-proofing" my home and need to go back to that.  More later or tomorrow, just wanted to say hi from my own home.  Also, I have never liked the paint color in my bedroom.  I'd picked one and my mom had to go get it and make sure it flowed with the other rooms and what I'd chosen would not work in here.  So she picked, as I'd told her to and it was always not the mild light peach I wanted.  I never realized though until tonight that this color actually agitates me.  It is, I suppose, possible that merely being in this room is agitating after what has been going on, but I really HAVE to get this painted.  Hate it SO MUCH.  But home is so peaceful and wonderful and there is an orange cat with both paws on my leg and 45 minutes of continual purring since I sat down for a break.