I suppose I shouldn't tell stories like the Phyllis story, just in case for some reason Phyllis' mother finds my blog and I would be embarrassed. But I just can't help it. I'm a gossip. Though I do keep secrets.
The kids were sloooow as molasses this morning so I got them to school after the bell rang. Ah well. Happens every now and again.
I have group this morning. Have to write down, quickly, some "five senses" homework. I think all I need are taste and touch. I'll do the noodles I had yesterday and Milton, who is quite the sensual experience in himself. The group should be interesting and a learning experience, as usual. It's an intense little set of people. Unipolar depressives have such a different vibe than bipolar or borderline people. Being simply depressed rather than interestingly flavored in other ways. No reward for their toil.