Call the Midwife provided entertainment and pause for thought.
Talked about JC's day. Apparently, there's a husband who needs a little lesson on how to support a spouse with an eating disorder. Drinks may be in order. Possibly accompanied by a minor bar brawl, if I'm lucky.
Talked about my call with my stress coach. Still trying to find me time. But we are working through that together.
But. Mostly quiet.
Even talked about The Others today, particularly Mommy Dearest, who JC considers to be more of a joke, an absurd person, than a threat now. Not sure if that's good or not. I'll probably never see her as anything but a threat. I have no incentive to drop my guard now.
It was a calm talk though. I just listened, didn't offer up much commentary. Just let it flow past me. Practicing my techniques. Someday, they will be put to the test. And me getting angry to deliver my message to The Others won't be effective. Cold. Distant. Detached. Uninterested in their opinion. That's my goal.
Another couple of months, and I'll have the message, and the skills to deliver it.