Friday

Ahhh, there's nothing like waking up at 5:00 in the morning and reading on a friend's blog something that makes you vibrate like a big brass gong.  Really gets the blood flowing, I have to say.  So, thanks, T-Babe!

Anyhow, Tsaphanbabe wrote a really heartfelt post on a subject that is near and dear to my heart.  I commented briefly, with a promise to come back and elaborate, and realized as I was pounding away on my Kberry on the subway this morning that a mere comment is insufficient for me.  Narcissist that I am.  I think it merits its own post, given that I myself have recently emerged from some sort of dark forest of suffering and delusion myself.

Total aside:  while I was thrashing about like a trapped animal in a pen for all those weeks, I remember thinking Mambo was ready to die, and when I had first called the vet to inquire about euthanizing him, he seemed to reach deep into his peanut-sized brain and find his ninth life. I joked about him doing his Monty Python routine, "I'm not dead yet!" and then sternly told him, "Well, if you're not going to die now, at least have the good manners to stick with me until I am through with all of this shit."  Interestingly enough, as I walked out of the woods and back into the sunshine and sanity, it felt like he listened to me, and within 24 hours he was dead. 

So, thanks, Mambo.  You done good, old man.

And while I am working on my own post about letting go, here. Have a look at my shoes.  Try to ignore the broken table in the background, which gave up the ghost when I was rearranging my bedroom last week. Have to drill out the pegs on that piece and replace them.  Oh, and that snowy shit all over this pic? DUST on my full-length mirror.  So now you know, my housekeeping skills are a little sketchy these days.