So, regardless of my fortitude to start over again today, what did I do? I booked off sick and got myself royally pissed. Oh ya. I’m kind of spiralling down here, like a crop duster with no more crops to dust, so spirals down for the last dusting, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Rehab? After so many caring comments to my last post, I am now officially open to the idea. It might be just what I need. To my rational mind it sounds like something akin to signing up for the non-return trip to Mars (that NASA or some private agency is actively recruiting for…really).
Trip to Mars – Rehab? Maybe. At least I am open to it. That’s huge progress for this guy. Seriously.
Thanks again to all for your care and concern. This guy is flying high right now, but I just might take the leap, with the parachute, of course, to safer ground.
Sorry to irritate all you soberites with my fodder.