What happened yesterday would usually find me in the hospital for a few weeks at most. And boy, do I not want to stay in the hospital. Staying in the psychiatric ward of a hospital is very akin to spending a few weeks in jail, except they have wonderful food. You don't want to eat the food in jail. Believe me.
It all comes out in the wash as they say, and I feel entirely better and different today. I am on a positive note and it is nice. Thank you for the many kind comments of support and concern. Let’s see if I can get things back to normal and revel you all with tales of George, Rosa, and the gang. I am headed down to the shopping center now to get up some writing material. A long walk and that fresh spring air will suit me well.