Genny is still at her grandparents. Her grandma was so wonderful to say she could stay one more night while Nick and I get better.
Absence really does make the heart grow fonder. I miss her silly personality and her needling.
Cole is sleeping as I write. I am hoping this will last for a few more hours.
I am feeling better physically.
I’ve upped my Zoloft to 75 mg from 50 mg. Not a big jump, but I think I feel less anxious.
Next week I will hopefully be back to my “normal” self and getting some work done.
One day at a time.