Life has been on track for the last month and a half, no ups or downs, nothing major happening.

MPH has been 'on the road' so to speak. He was gone for 2 weeks, and he's out again today for 8 days. I keep expecting him to walk in the door because the flight cancelled or something.

We're preparing for our trip to Mazatlan during spring break. I guess I'm going to buy some trip insurance, I've never done that before, but since we're flying out of the country I think it would probably be a good idea.

Works been a little bit of a drag. One of my coworkers has been MIA of sorts. She didn't come in all last week, and she's not getting things done. Junk is piling up everywhere and the other coworker and I are having to pull some of the weight.

The good thing is that the days are getting longer and we're getting better sun every day. I'm starting to feel a little rejuvenated and starting to think about gardening and my greenhouse that's still buried in snow out back. I was talking raspberries yesterday. I need to cane them and thin them out.

My kid should be coming home soon. She's at work right now. She seems to be doing okay. I met with her therapist a couple of weeks ago who mentioned to me that my kid's opening up more and ready for me to talk to her. Funny now I don't have much to say - I guess I'd let it all go. I felt comfortable paying somebody else to talk to her. Did I ever explain this before in this journal? I signed my kid up to work with a counselor/therapist last summer. I'd had a blow out with her (mostly it was me) trying to get her to talk to me about anything and she would turn catatonic on me, I got frustrated. So I asked her if she would like to talk to a therapist. I pulled a therapist out of the yellow pages and luckily she's a real gem. Unbelievable the luck I had finding her - because there was another woman in the same office that first day, who could have been a perfect Lillith. I think her and my kid clicked right away - they're both quiet and very casual (think American Eagle/Aeropostale) Well after 6 months I think my kid's really come around. She's a little more confident, talks a little more, but quietly. She can deal with things better. I think she finally has an edge. That's the best way I can put it. I just love the way she's turning out. I guess I would like to take the credit for it - but it wasn't me. I provided a home and everything for her and some loose guidance - but she's just a really good kid. The only thing that really made me crazy (funny word to use here) was that she wouldn't talk to me.

I guess I should get off my butt and do some laundry and other bothersome chores. I need to pull things together for tomorrow.