Going to see Frank tomorrow. It’s a planned meeting. Why? I’m still not sure. I’m not sure what we are hoping to get out of this but… I’m going anyway. I need a break. I’m weak. I have a babysitter lined up for the entire day and I’m looking forward to some me time. Hunting season is in full swing and if the husband isn’t at work, he is 3 plus hours away in the woods. It’s a long month. If I start out on a high note I might make it though with a tiny string of sanity.