So, as I have hinted a few times, I have not been dealing with life terribly well lately – any pretenses to the contrary notwithstanding.
For now, and maybe it’s hypomania, I actually think I can schedule the first day of the rest of my life – you know I’m not firing on all cylinders when I call up that mouldy oldie – for Sunday (or Monday at the latest).
Post-Pride Festival in Toronto.
Perhaps, when I eventually more freely share what has been going on for a while (and at shame-adding boosted speed since I came back home from the family crisis), I will feel like I have a little more integrity than I feel today.
For now I am picturing the sky-writing witch’s message “Surrender Dorothy” and acting like Judy Garland at Carnegie Hall – without her lethal mix of chemicals.
I am looking forward to Sunday – Pride, La Fete Nationale, St. Jean Baptiste Day and a new beginning for me.