The Day Before

The traditional gathering of family across the state didn't work out this year. To be honest, I couldn't go because I'm stuck in the house with panic attacks again. The others had scheduling problems, I think.

Me and Mr. Skittles (a.k.a. Mike's Cell) always cooked a traditional dinner the day after anyway. It's all about tons of leftovers here. We really never do get tired of them. Tomorrow we'll be cooking. Mr. Skittles did the shopping for us. With a list from me, of course. *Smile*

My daughter is driving over today and is bringing my five year old granddaughter with her. This will be the first time out of many that she isn't coming to help. She's been here a lot over the last few months to help pack & move, then to help me when I got poisoned from a med. She'd walk the dog and run to the store for me. (Since we're smoking again let's not forget the all important trips to pick up ciggies for me and  cigars for Mr. Skittles.)

I was just reading over what I've written here and saw how much I depend on others for all things outside. I see how my panic interferes with things so much. I was going to get sad about it then I remembered this is the week to be thankful. So instead I'll be thankful that I have people who love me enough to help.