Happy Holidays

Hi, 8 readers.  I wish that this would take a long time to write, because I love to write, but I know it won’t.

I had a relapse and I got caught.  It was a small one (I’m not making excuses, because it was still indefensible, but it was only a few hours and I remained pretty coherent), but the Collector is shipping me off to a 14-day lockdown and then taking me away somewhere for the Holidays.

I’m sneaking this in from my own separate place so that I know it’s private.

It makes me angry because he gave me booze and pills in the past and he also has a big wine closet.  The wine closet doesn’t bother me much because it’s under the stairs and I never have to see it or think about it. The bar upstairs always stresses me out because it’s always there and I have to pass by it.

To his credit, he took all the liquor out of the bar and put it in a locked room so I don’t have to see it again unless he’s entertaining guests.  I hate to be a jerk, because my addiction is not his problem, but he should have done that all along.

I’m not going anywhere.  This blog is my connection with the outside world.  But I am going to be incommunicado for the next few weeks.

For anyone who hangs in there: thanks for your patience.

And happy holidays.