I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad it’s Monday tomorrow. I’ve been going to the Day Hospital for just over two months now, and I guess I’ve gotten used to having a reason to get up and get dressed in the morning. Being able to talk about what I’m going through with a roomfull of sympathetic strangers. Being able to talk to other people besides my cats that is—although Mimi is a great conversationalist—but somehow she’s not so chatty on weekends. And all that free time to do with whatever I want feels so decadent I end up feeling guilty. So like I said, TGIM.