Q reminded himself that he was in a "good place" as of now - that it counted for "something" to be on a stable routine - to be in a facility watched over by able physicians and caring staff, to be part of outpatient services, to enjoy coffee and conversation with Synderman in the mornings, a mid-afternoon walk through the garden, punctuated by extended chats with Dr. S. and those nightly choreographed social hours and "positivity circles" - with some opportunity for reading and solitaire in between. Yes - a routine was necessary, salutary, order-inducing - his mood being more stable than ever before of recent years. Sleep - however - remained topsy-turvy and any sudden change of air-quality or temperature could set him back. His dreams were a little worrisome also...the most recent one involving Dr. Sigmund and Nurse Amanda. It was a cold, foggy, misty room - as it usually is in a dream, a room with big windows looking out onto a massive landscape of da...
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