Update

I think the internal bleeding has finally stopped.  That was a four-month, four-day long gusher.

I hesitate to inspect the damage.

It's All Relative

I have the kind of family that calls at 3:00 p.m. on my birthday to say, “Hello! We’ve been in the state for two weeks and would love to see you! We have a couple of hours to kill at the airport before the plane leaves; would you like to come to the airport to see us?  Happy Birthday!” and then get offended when their invitation is declined.

When faced with such a prospect, the idea of champagne by the fire in the company of non-verbal companions seems wonderfully festive.

I totally understand why people leave their psychologist's office, get in the car, drive home or back to work, and put a gun in their mouths.