January 24

     I'm not sure how I got to where I am. It didn't quite work out the way I thought.  So I suppose I'll have to work backwards. To catch myself up. Yes, He moved out. New Year's Eve. But somehow, today, he is an a psychiatric hospital, via two stops at two other hospitals. One a non-voluntary psychiatric ward of the DC system. Wasn't the greatest of holidays.  His office took him to the first after he showed up for work. I tried everything to keep that from happening. But as his paranoia was about me, and I had no idea where he was, I ended up getting a call one night from his co-worker that they were there. And the roller coaster begins...