I've been so emotional lately.  I tear up at the littlest things (like Doc Martin leaving Port Wenn).  Maybe it's because my nephew was born on Friday (first grandkid in the family), and I won't be able to see him til Easter.  Maybe it's because E is moving.

At any rate, I've been hunkered down this weekend watching Doc Martin (S suggested it, and my counselor from my previous state), and I love it.  I wonder if different people take to it differently: if introverts relate to him, but extraverts feel sorry for him.  I can identify, anyway.  And of course want to drink lots of tea-- a result of the British accents.

Considering I didn't wake up until almost 11 this morning, I'm not expecting to fall asleep anytime soon.  Took my "calms" tablets, and am breathing deeply when I remember.  I'd say the anxiety is twice as bad as usual.