Tuesday, therapy. I don't know if anything is getting better. My problems certainly aren't. I loved working, I never had problems with money, I had more than enough to get by, I wasn't rich, but I had money in my pocket. This not having money to even pay bills for the first time in my adult life...it's killing me. No news except maybe I might be hearing from someone who can help me decide what kind of loom to build/buy to learn to weave. Simple weaving. Nothing fancy.
The cockatoo has been fine for days now, he hasn't escaped in a while and he's been pretty quiet. Quiet is subjective, I don't always hear him when he's yelling, the same goes for the other four parrots. My daughter, however, thinks they all scream all day long. At least he's not loose chewing up books and wood. I detest the thought of losing my pets, but once they are gone, I'm not getting anymore. It's too much responsibility to keep them up to date on medical visits and grooming and foods etc.
Sometimes I wish I weren't here, okay, I wish that a lot of times. The world is too hard to deal with and the expectations weigh me down like lead weights on a fishing line.