I will be off to see Sir Dude, my therapist within the next few minutes, so I'll be keeping this brief.
After having remained awake for just shy of forty hours I layed my bobble head down on my Scoobie Doo pillow about 2200 last night, well past dusk as I had originally planed, but once I laid down it was but a matter of minutes. My PM medications I'm sure were an added aid in the battle against the Monster's of Awake Island...
...anyways. Here I sit all dressed up in a nice pair of faded blue denims awaiting the "Little Bus", as my nephew Tong Tong, calls it. The Lil' Dude, really does touch my Soul sometimes. His so bluntly honest and his unconditional love for his Tio, who just may be his Fairy God Father, is awesome. Who knows? It is a fantastic thing to know that every time he see's one of these short/little blue buses, he thinks of his Uncle. That is Tio in English.
My visit to see Sir Dude is a timely one. This past week has been a tough few days for sure. No, I didn't think that I was close to crisis, but knew damned well and good that this appointment was one I would be keeping.
I have learned to become a bit more independent with respect to transportation by using this fabulous HARTplus plan that is provided by our county Mass Transit System. It is a huge mega blessing that has freed me from having to depend on kinfolk that just weren't taking my appointments as seriously as I. The issue's resolved with the transport, not so with Kinfolk...
...but then, I reckon that's part of life. I suspect we all have members of our Clan that must maintain two faces. I feel badly for them. That's too much hard work - I have enough work with one one face, my bobble head and three ears. True?
Until the next time.
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