Hi. It’s me. (Actually, it is I, but let’s not get pedantic just yet.)

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5 thoughts on “Hi. It’s me. (Actually, it is I, but let’s not get pedantic just yet.)

  1. Pedantic R Us, Bubba. Nice picture! Also nice to see you are still walking this mortal coil. Beardless, thankfully. How’s life?

    • Oh my goodness, BUNNY! HELLO! That beard was an insult to faces everywhere, especially mine.

      I’m working THREE jobs right now, and I’m glad to have my brain inflammation illness under enough control that I can be on a computer for more than five minutes to allow me to do it. In the middle of a lawsuit against my old manager, who put defamatory lies about me on the interwebs, and enjoying having my wacky 23 y/o daughter Alice with us. Life is stressful, but I’m glad to have it. I NEED to talk to Hizzoner soon, just haven’t had five seconds, let alone the two hours our convos always end up being.

      How are YOU?

      • Swimmingly, thanks. We are currently ensconced in our wonderful digs in NC, and are about as laid back as is humanly possible. Glad you have your coconut under control. Nice, innit? Three jobs, huh? What’s that make, about 72 you’ve held at one point or another. Lots to be said for breadth of experience, eh, wot? Hello to Annie and the offspring!

      • Yes, I finally got a diagnosis of serious bipolar disorder, done inadvertently when a medical professional mentioned “your bipolar” when talking about something else. I was like, “What? I don’t have bipolar.” And she almost laughed — it’s something else. It has ruined everything good in my life, everything. So yes, my 150 or so jobs in my life all started great, then were ruined through my going through a severe manic phase, then after I lost them, I entered a nice depression. I finally hit bottom earlier this year and this diagnosis was what finally allowed me to get it treated through medication, therapy, and mindfulness practice. At 50, I might finally have a fighting chance at not being my own worst enemy and a person who has always hurt anyone unfortunate enough to love or trust me. Tossed this way and that by intense emotion, I now see such emotional responses as the worst thing I could have, no matter how “good” in the moment it may feel to be manic. Quite the life lesson.

        And yay, NC!

    • Oh my goodness, BUNNY! HELLO! That beard was an insult to faces everywhere, especially mine.

      I’m working THREE jobs right now, and I’m glad to have my brain inflammation illness under enough control that I can be on a computer for more than five minutes to allow me to do it. In the middle of a lawsuit against my old manager, who put defamatory lies about me on the interwebs, and enjoying having my wacky 23 y/o daughter Alice with us. Life is stressful, but I’m glad to have it. I NEED to talk to Hizzoner soon, just haven’t had five seconds, let alone the two hours our convos always end up being.

      How are YOU?

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