Amigo has asked to be more involved with the household cooking. Today he helped prepare the sauce for the pork in the crock pot. The house smells delicious, and he assisted. Later we hope to make ice cream. Vanilla this time: I’m planning on topping it with fresh berries from the farmers’ market. Whipped cream, probably, too. Maybe nuts on top. Why am I writing in fragments? No clue.

The ice cream is very rich and high fat because it’s made with whole milk and heavy cream. This might not be good for Chuck’s cholesterol. Don’t tell his doctor, please.

Speaking of doctors, I am finally off the waiting list for a psychiatrist. I’ve been in limbo since April, wondering if my depression is improving slightly or if I’m just getting used to it. Starting Monday, I’ll be working with an expert. Finally. There’s a shortage of mental health professionals in our fair city, so months-long waits are typical. Thank goodness my illness wasn’t life threatening!

A close friend and coworker found out the source of her own health problems. Her condition can be life threatening, but the medical professionals found it in time to keep her alive. She is finally working with a doctor who understands her rare condition and knows how to treat it. She’s a determined woman, and will do what she needs to do to fight this disease and stay as healthy as she can.

I remain active in Organizing for America (OFA) and the recall efforts in our State Senate. I’ll be happy when the recall elections are over – at least I hope I’ll be happy with the results. Maybe, just maybe, a change in the balance of power will encourage our state legislators to cooperate instead of fighting. Finally.