I took a shower, dressed, and stepped out my front door. Joyce's pastor was in the driveway and standing by his car.
"Hello!" he said. "We are taking Joyce to lunch!"
Whew! I shouldn't be relieved, but I was. When Joyce refuses to take her medications, she gets completely irrational. There is no talking sense into her. It is a maddeningly frustrating situation. I am hoping her pastor will have better luck. The promise of returning to work at her church job should spur her to take her pills which means the return of sanity.
I wrote a twitter about watching television again. My concentration is improving although it is only children's cartoons. I've watched my fair share of SpongeBob Squarepants lately and Fairly Odd Parents on Nickelodeon. I haven't been able to concentrate on TV in what has seemed like years. I have actually felt giddy about this since yesterday and talk to myself. "You're getting better!" I will say with a maniacal laugh. I especially love that Canadian kid's show Mr. Meaty. Simple pleasures for simple minds I might add.
Computer woes continue to plague me. My OTES fan that cools the capacitors on my motherboard is failing. My computer is certainly showing it's age. I need to figure out a way to jury rig a new fan. This motherboard is so old that I could never find spare parts. Wish me luck.