It is quiet in this house this afternoon. Too quiet. The only noise a whisper from a fan in my new computer. Maggie is asleep on the couch and I have just awakened from a long, fitful nap.
Talked to Karen at lunch today. She was trying to get me out of the house, but I wouldn't go. I'm slightly agoraphobic today. Good thing I don't have to work tonight. Blessings come in many forms.
This morning I spent some time at the railyard watching trains. The air was cool and each sound of a train air horn excited me. I almost didn't want to come home, but hunger spurred me on.
Wednesday, I go to see my psychiatrist. I am hoping he will continue with the Klonopin. I have certainly felt better these days with it's aid. I shudder to think of having any more anxiety attacks.