
My local psychotherapy services are really rather good. Sensible top tips included: keep writing and sleep on the sofa if you feel like it.

Though I wince at the thought of all the damaged children who must have played with these.

This cat hasn't moved all morning. Clearly set in for the day. It's sunny out there, and I'm off for some spiritual healing [anything that keeps me lying down for an hour has to be good]. Did I tell you how I had such ants in my pants I couldn't sit in the acupuncturist's waiting room last week? Pacing on the pavement, he had to come out and lassoo me in, steer me to the treatment table.
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