Rural Doctoring

Me, Abandoned by Martians

It's been several months since the space-time continuum was indelibly altered by Noo's critical illness and my decision to leave Gimbels. Whereas previously I was a bit of a chatterbox on this blog, I have to acknowledge a certain surly silence which has take the damn thing over ever since. I've never been good at change, and there's been nothing BUT change since July, and all I could do was surrender myself to it and see where it would take me. Most of the time I feel like one of those ordinary citizens in the movies who, through no fault of their own, wake up at the center of a David Lynch movie, apparently plunked there by Martians. A video montage of this movie might include scenes such as:

My State of Mind, In a Nutshell

The holidays are around the corner, and yesterday I read the word "Hope" on a holiday display as "Hep C."

Hoo boy.