Some observations and lessons learned.

–  Observation one –
–   All of the people who feel free to continually expose their poor toes to the year-round elements all own dogs.
These are big dogs.   Some are small.   Some are friend and others are really kind of ugly.    But they’re all dogs and – none – of them have been service animals.   They’re going in malls, grocery stores, and other places dogs traditionally don’t go for safety reasons.

Okay, sure.   The dogs have all been well-behaved.   I haven’t seen any indication that the dogs are hostile.   There hasn’t even been a butt-sniffing altercation.

Still.
These must be the comfort animals everyone keeps talking about.
It’s probably just a matter of time before we start to see comfort pigs in the pork section of the local Publix.

I’m pro-dogs.   The few instances I’ve owned a dog, or a dog owned me, have overly been positive.  People should take their dogs with them — to the park —  not to the food court.

Bet you a dollar, you’ll never see a comfort cat in public.
The cat wouldn’t stand the humiliation.

—  Observation two –
I should not self-medicate.
—>  This is not negative.   I’m not self-medicating with alcohol or other whatevers that I can’t afford.    Rather, I tried to descale —  lower — the amount I ingest of my anxiety medicine.

The first week seemed okay.  Second week… not so much.
I think I had a small break down on April Fools that I still haven’t quite come to terms with.

I need to stick with what the doctor prescribed.
That way I can avoid feeling mostly, but not completely, lost and not avoid Jason in unfortunate moments of anxiety.   Instead, I keep my self-failure for even having to take the medicine all to myself.

—  Observation three –
I have entirely forgotten how to cook anything save spaghetti and scrambled eggs.
When I was 70 pounds, I felt that I was actually pretty good at cooking.   It smelled good.  Jason ate it.   There was always left overs.

No idea what happened to all that.
It’s weird.