This has been a full day, and it's only 12:30~I went to an al anon meeting, and we had a new comer. Which was good, I suppose. I guess what soured my desire to go back is that there was this one lady who when she's nice, she's fantastic. But when she's mean or whatever.... Like the old saying, if you like every1 in your al anon meetings, you're not going to enough al anon meetings.

 So I went to the housing authority to hook up with the Provost of Student affairs. And then I got my room assignment--I have 2 other young women I'm shaing a suit with. To say the least, I'm nervous. I'm really, really, anxious.  I guess what's going on with me is that 1) I've never met these people before that I'm living with for the next 2 weeks; 2) I've had a *full* week already; 3) I'm leaving the familiar.

 So, I'm hanging in. For *another* life change. I'm gonna leech off y'alls love again. For awhile. But good things are happening--for example, my councelor has kept in good phone contact with me; I've stayed with program people for the whole of this transitional period; and the people I've been working with are educated in the whole idiosyncracies of my situation.  So I'm greateful about that. But I can't deny that, as Maria123 says, my body is sending me messages--the sores on my body are slow to heal; I was *so exhausted* that I didn't go to my morning water aerobics class. 

 So, yes, great things are happening. But I am still spent.