Monday, May 2nd

Planned to get up at 8:00am. Shut off alarm and went back to sleep until 10ish. Not the end of the world. Got Ernie a short walk and made myself a small dinner for between classes. At one point, I sat on the edge of the bed and felt unloved and lost. It was only for a second, but I suppose I should pay attention to these feelings instead of avoiding them thru activity. Later, I realized that I really need to "sit with" my feelings, or I'll never be able to identify them, soothe myself and move on. I had to do this after I quit drinking too. It's possible :-)