I spent a large amount of the day yesterday playing disc golf with a patient from work who is doing particularly well and that I have a particularly good relationship with. I was allowed to take her to the local disc golf course. She is seventeen and runs everywhere, even in 100+ degree weather. I am sad to say that my body hates me this morning, though my resulting tan is rather awesome.

My time at the mental institution is running short. I didn’t cry when I told the kids I was leaving (something I was terrified of, incidentally). I think it helps that a lot of them that have been there for the entire duration of my tenure there are leaving soon per CPS. I also, honestly, am too damn excited for anything to progress beyond the conga line of celebration in my head.

I don’t want to write anything more today, beyond this.