Fathers Day

Today was a tougher day for all of us, I think, than we let on. It's years now since my kids have seen their father. They didn't mention him.
Number two daughter collected snails and wrote about a praying mantis. Son wrote cartoons on Powerpoint, and number one daughter tidied her room.
Wonders will never cease.

Morning Trazodone has got to go - I'm like a zombie afterwards, and I'm beginning to dread taking it. Something must have changed in my brain (chemically) because it used to have no noticeable effect at all. Either I will have to change to three together at night, or give it up altogether. I will talk to psych woman on Tuesday.

This made me smile: I gave number one daughter a set of tarot cards, years ago, because I liked the pictures and I thought she would want to learn how to do it if she saw me doing it. It only cost me £2.50 in a book clearance shop. She's never really shown much interest though, and so I was looking at her cards again. I've become very interested in Jung lately, and the cards are alchemical with similar themes to those which he explored, so I thought I'd look for an identical deck of my own.
They were £245 on amazon! Not even new!
Number one daughter has suddenly become a lot more interested ;-)