I did awful at MaajJong last night. If there's anything I hate worse than losing, it's watching the evil one win. And she did. Repeatedly. Which at least meant she wasn't mean to me. So there's that.
Therapy today. And just for the record, it's not a crutch, it's just something I've come to depend on to help me get through life.
Chuck gave us a Rocker update. He now has his glasses and is feeling grumpy and snappish.