The Coldest Morning Yet
It's cold here at castle Grinder this morning - getting out of bed wasn't a lot of fun, and while I think the furnace is good to go the world's greatest wife and I are holding out as long as we can for fear of the exhorbitant cost of heating oil (though I actually think the price is quite reasonable at the moment, so we should probably place our order soon before it goes up any further). So here I sit, cold and alone (even the cats have left for the morning), finally able to digest some of what I have been through in the last few days. The last week or so of my life has been lived in more or less of a daze. I can't go into the specific details of what has occurred, except to say that a number of people have done a number of things of their own accords (and not in concert with each other) that when taken together served to push me over the edge. I snapped. I lost control of my feelings, shed the usual stoic optimism that I've found to be essential for surviving in t...