Took Lauren to the farmers market in the AM, just to walk about, then dropped her at work before going to SRC to spend some 1:1 time w/Linda. I was hoping we'd have some more in-depth discussions about her medical situation based on her call last night. That didn't happen. She was relatively quite and distant. I feel like it's a deep depression setting in based on her coming to terms with things. Once Kathy arrived I returned to Matson and ended up crashing, hard, for about two hours. Jen made PSMF meals today, and I enjoyed them all. I'm optimistic about this effort. Down to 212. It's a start. I listened to more of Amoralman. I got Lauren from work and we ran back by SRC to drop ice cream off and to let Lauren try the dress they got for her photo recreation. I don't understand why it's being pursued but I'm letting it go. I need to let a lot go. I got frustrated with my mom's calls his evening, all worked up and in tears over dealing with and email issue and Comcast. Life's so short and hearing her so frustrated hits a nerve and sounds familiar. I was also at the end of my own rope regarding everybody's incessant need for my time and attention, fixing things or validating their experiences, when I just want to focus on my own tasks and projects. I hate being in a constant cycle of interruption. I want to help, too much some times, and I've set unrealistic expectations that now have to be reset. I have to be more aggressive about saying NO. That's hard sometimes. Often, actually.
