Forgive these late, brief posts.
To hot even to blog.
Bink stayed overnight: too hot to take the bus by day; left on this morning’s.
To get back for a meeting with a friend at 11.
That’s two appointments she has committed to and got to, this week.
She has arranged a meeting with a psychiatrist. I think – I could be wrong, but I think – that is the first time, ever, she has managed to get the attention of a shrink without my jumping up and down and screaming on her behalf.
We talked about accommodation.
True, we’ve talked about accommodation and work before.
We talked about treatment.
She says she wants it. When the time is right?
Frustrated? Yes. Hugely.
She is young and capable and doing nothing.
Actually, that’s not true. Next to nothing. She got to two appointments this week.
Yes, that too.