Tired

I had therapy yesterday--talked about the obvious--and then we had takeout burgers and fries for dinner. My therapist texted me later to say that she forgot to tell me that the first session after a death was a freebie. I guess that's nice.

I've been sleeping mostly okay. My dreams, which I am not remembering, have been unfamiliar and unusually incomprehensible. I wrote down one when I woke up and usually a detail or two is enough to provoke a more complete memory of the dream, but this time, no. There were two sisters seated at a table, then a third, is what I wrote and I have absolutely no idea what that means.

I did not talk about dreams in therapy.

I talked about my father dying and then I talked about my cat and some Netflix shows I've been watching and about the book the hygienist lent me and about the small rituals that we've been doing to appease our house spirits. 

Today my teeth and jaw hurt. My ear is mostly cleared up.  

For lunch I made sopa seca which is too heavy for lunch. We'll have something light for dinner. After lunch, I got on the elliptical trainer for a bit of very easy exercise. I'm tired.

I'm so tired right now.