Today is a Good Day
I slept better last night.
Woke up and went for a specialized physiotherapy / massage session.
Came home, ate some lunch and watched TV.
Played with Bamboo.
Made some Cantonese style dessert with egg and milk.
Read a few pages of Carl Jung’s thoughts on dreams and unconsciousness.
Ate my dessert.
Now I am writing this.
So, despite being assessed to be in mild to moderate depression recently by my shrink, today was a good day.
We can have good days too.
Time for a nap.