I have done nothing. Not planned any trips, mostly just slept a lot. Yesterday and today, I finally started to feel human again in regards to sleep. I have cleaned the house, started reading a few books again, and played with Namerovsky. And I think sometimes he has really saved me. I wish I had gotten a little cat way back in medical skool (but Namerovsky wasn't born then).
If you're thinking of getting a pet and don't for whatever reason, do it (from a shelter, please). I didn't because I didn't want the mess or the expense and I also am horribly allergic...but even this stupid fat little guy is soooooo worth it. I went from being anti-pet to thinking of getting another. They help you stop worrying, live in the moment, they don't care how screwed up you are, and they're warm and soft, and another little creature in the house that keeps you from ever being alone.
Here's my ridiculous cat, stealing salad. You can't turn your back for a minute.