About the program manager, I'm a little sheepish and embarrassed here.
See, I have always got on well enough, one on one, with the program manager.
I could not help but notice, is all, how differently the entire household behaves together during the program manager's absence.
I don't know what will come of the nurse reporting to the supervisor.

In the meantime, the program manager is back,
and I had my individual check-in with the person.
They know they are challenging in some ways -- some self-awareness there -- and they suggest that all of us speak openly about it.
Some of my housemates don't want to go there.
Since I am actually sort of entertained by the program manager personally,
I can tolerate a fair amount of the idiosyncracies.
And probably will go on doing so.
Honestly, I can do without the negotiating in this case.

THe other thing is that
it helped me so much more,
to speak with someone like the wonderful nurse I spoke with;
I felt ever so much better afterwards,
and found that by the time I saw the program manager again,
I had processed enough emotion that I wasn't upset any more.

I guess I sound like a real wuss.
My distress was real at the time.
What I believe I ought to do, is stay in the present moment,
not forget the past to be sure, but stay focused in the present.

Change of subject:
tonight I walked my bedroom trash, safely bagged, outside the house to the garbage cans, to put the trash out.
It was nice and quiet out there as it ought to be.
It's just that I could not avoid noticing how
the garbage can lid had been gnawed on,
and around the edges had been gnawed through,
by teeth ... really BIG teeth.
And I was reminded of the bears that raid dumpsters and garbage cans around here.
There's something about seeing a chewed-on garbage can lid
that brings it right home to you.