I leave tomorrow morning to start intensive outpatient therapy for bulimia and depression at a hospital in Tulsa.

I. am. leaving.

My brain just cannot go there. The idea of leaving Noah (I will miss Kyle, too, but he's a big boy and took care of himself for a long time before I came on the scene.) for two weeks just makes me want to bawl.

I am packed. Maps are printed, reservations made, and work arrangements taken care of (mostly).

Nothing to do now but go.

Talk to you all in a couple of weeks...