Tuesday, David and I finally manage to set aside time to play, JUST play, and play harder than we have in — well, forever. I dropped right into space. The blindfold was great (new blindfold, very comfortable and virtually no light-leak), which I’m sure contributed to that. At the end he reached down and pulled my hair — for the first time in nearly a year — growling in my ear “See? There’s enough to grab.” It went right through me and touched my soul. I was sobbing, cathartic, relieved, released.
Monday was a series of cognitive tests, among other things, which per my doc do not indicate any sort of organic problem (although he’s decided that I’m bad at math, ha). This still doesn’t explain the forgetfulness or the difficulty in processing complicated things, but at least the actual brain cells aren’t broken. I’ll have follow-up with the social worker next week. Doc is pushing for me to see their psychologist, however. Both have tossed out meds as a possibility, but frankly I’m not remotely depressed enough for the side-effects to be worth it.
Okay… the math thing still bugs me. Mental math just shouldn’t be that hard for me.
Anyway. Wednesday was Spirit night in class. Although the oracle exercise was painful (take it as a roadsign on the path — I’m not ready for such things yet), the trance afterward showed me good things. My place of power has become very solid. It’s familiar to me, so perhaps I saw it in dreams when I was young. It’s a nice, safe zone for me to be in when I need such things. That, and both cats decided to join me there last night, unprompted. I had always joked that my boys were my familiars, but it’s kind of nice to have confirmation that they want the job. 
They were both extra cuddly this morning too. I gave them proper thanks in the form of snuggles and tummy rubs.