So I did well today: groceries and two long dog walks and one walk to the groceries , with a very heavy bag coming back up the hill. The mood is pretty good, not too worried at all, chilling on my own, like an independent woman. I had a great long chat about BJG'S bullying about cigarettes this morning, yelling at me, with my mother. She is truly mellow now with time and full of good advice. For real. She must have suffered tremendously to be so mellow at 81. There is no more hatred in her, just some fear here and there.