Let's get something straight - - Knowing you're in the midst of something that could kill you can make you agoraphobic. Adding that to your already long list of defects is not acceptable. Therefore thank you for making this dinged head just right for the moment.

So you're auditioning for a role in the life-play, Stay at Home. You read up on the pros/cons and you get confidence. Too bad you lose out to M E because I was born to this place with no preparation and if that's bragging, too bad. Doing this is indicative of routinization if not just going with your pleasure. In the past, Dad's pattern was laughable then but so evident now of being happy just where and the way you are. I get it. This despite the depreciation.

So I bent down to sweep off some pigeon shit on the pool and did a routine that Nureyev would have applauded, ending up grabbing on to the wall to regain control. Half-empty guy says "woe is me" - - me? I say "still got the right moves". And He walks with me . . .