I am having a party tonight, which I kind of refused to grasp until this morning, but now I am in a whirlwind of activity and my house is immaculately clean. I think I'll forbid people from entering. I have to go out now and mow the lawn & set up the yard for party proceedings, woo woo. I hope it's a fun party and not a complete drag; it's a blogger get together. If you are reading this, can tolerate the company of geeks & are within driving range, stop on by. 6:30.
Meanwhile, I will leave you with the only wisdom I have so far garnered from my advanced age: when you get old enough, drinking a Coke feels equally, if not more, as sinful and guilt inducing as a couple of shots of whiskey. Such are the joys of age and avoirdupois.
Oh, and yeah, I'm still freaking out, but I'm subsuming all my depressed anxiety by being too busy preparing for this party to get all anxious and depressed. Remember the fight or flight reflex? I'm doing both right now and so my primitive stem brain is pleased with me. Also, my stomach finally stopped hurting, and that does tend to improve one's mood.