"When we see men of contrary character, we should turn inwards and examine ourselves."
- Confucius

5/9/00 The right direction.

The general consensus: "Things are moving in the right direction."

I had another appointment with "Dr. Feelgood" the head shrinker this morning, he congratulated me on the progress made in my "situation". A friend wrote me an encouraging email, basically saying that things will start getting better now.
Funny... I don't feel a shift in the tide. It's uncanny how this week resembles the last one. And I certainly don't feel like congratulations are in order.

Now, I'm not bummed out, discouraged or pissed off by the one week that has passed since Monica entered the "agreement" with her doctor. Last night Monica ran out of her one-week supply last night. I didn't see an empty bottle, but it was pretty evident. Now she has to go two-days before her refill. Heck, I can do two days standing on my head. I'd much rather go through 2 days a week of Monica sans pills than 10 days straight at the end of the month.

The shrink says my goals for the week are:

1. To stay employed (i.e. don't let Monica talk me into going in late, coming home early, or calling in sick).
   
2. Help the kids figure out the hierarchy of "granny's house". The rules, who's the boss of who, etc. Now that I think of it, the pecking order must really be unclear to them!

Sounds do-able.

"which way did he go?"

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