It's been awhile since I've done this and even now it seems like an undesirable chore.

Home time was spent working at my mother's house getting it ready to sell; it goes on the market at the end of the month. My son and I will split the proceeds which won't be a whole lot, but might be enough for him to buy a house and for us to pay off 95% of our debt and fix up our house.

I also went to my shrink who was all smiles. He smiles all the time. He smiles so much you wonder if he's wearing a butt plug. He changed me over to the generic form of time release valproic acid. I guess it's doing a bang up job of keeping people like me on the straight and narrow. He also increased the dosage of my antidepressant. I really didn't want to do 40 mg of Celexa because it messes with my sexual response, but I'm tired of being too depressed most of the time so I guess I'll take a bit of negative to get positive. Besides, it's not like Prozac which shut everything down completely. At least I can appreciate sexual input; I might not be able to respond fully, but I can still feel something.

Final(?) revision of Winter Anthology story back to editor for review.