Shwetty

It's freak'n hot outside. I went out in the garage to look at where I wanted to hang some shelves and I started sweating profusely. I had a fever last night along with a stomach ache. All I could think about was the not-done-enough hamburger I had for lunch. The fever has lingered most of the day today, but tonight It seems to be gone. Who knows? It looks like it could storm at any moment outside. I'm hoping it does so I don't have to water my tomato plants.

I'm getting board with my therapy. I don't know if it's because we've not made any gruesome new discoveries lately about my troubled past or that we've simply done all we can do right now or I'm just avoiding going any further? I think it could be a mixture of the latter two. We've made great strides in understanding my plaid and paisley bags I carry around, but I don't think I want to go any further with this particular therapist. He's a great guy but my Jesus and his Jesus are very different.