I slept well for a change. Could it have been the CBD that Tommy bought, brought home and decided against taking? Our neighbor Lindsey was good enough to advise Tommy that grieving his mom's loss is a natural process that you can't supplement away. Amen. I've set aside my crutches over this past year with great success. But I did want to give this a shot, given that it's a 40:1 mix, so it wasn't going to be psychoactive. I took the prescribed 1ml around 7 pm, forgot about it, went to bed at the usual time and crashed hard. I'm averse to relying on anything as a workaround, but it was effective. I won't be taking it to Hawaii, but I might test it out further next week. Jen and Lauren returned, and I'm as glad as the dogs are to see them again, perhaps more! I missed them both, but my focus for the day/evening has been on getting ready for the trip tomorrow. I am fully packed and struggling with Tommy's lack of action. But I'm trying hard to let go and hope he learns from experience. His 'last minute' attitude puts my ability to enjoy myself in a compromised place. If I let him crash and burn, then I do too. Maybe that's a bad choice of words before a flight. We had to run and buy some eardrops for Lucky tonight - he was having a hard time with his ear infection, which he's scheduled to be seen for tomorrow, but that was way too late. Poor guy. Lauren needs to take a more active role in the care of her dog. And I need to find a way to remember that shit happens and when it does, it's an opportunity to step up and engage in positive ways and not get so caught up in resenting the interruption. And I need to let them own their shit and the outcome of not doing so.