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Went to the PD support group in Folsom this morning--it's growing in size. We were crowded--and there were several people not in attendance. I sort of zonked out half way through the meeting--perhaps the latte that I drank as the meeting began or the lack of food (just a couple of cookies). As we went around the table--I noticed that I grew quiet and dull. There were several people there having major problems associated with their version of the illness--and there were others whose sharing focused on, what to me, were non-issues.

On the way back, I stopped at the BBQ place--had lunch of BBQ beef sandwich and fries. Came home and napped--am now trying to wake up and do something useful. Like going for an afternoon latte--with double the star rewards?

I've started watching a short Netflix series--Broadchurch. Set in Scotland--it's a murder mystery with requisite cast of detectives, suspects, and oddities found in every culture. It's intriguing--and I watched three episodes last night. That is enough to ensure that I'll watch the rest--no matter how weird it gets.

Still and quiet right now--MD's caregiver is done and gone. She won't be back for a week--so MD will not have her usual activities. No dance class until Wednesday--and I need to do something active and not just sleep the time away. Although, lots of sleep feels like what I want to do--just lay down and rest. Put my head on the pillow--and sleep the sleep of dreams.