Monthly Archives: August 2015

Muddy, Melancholic Mare…

The “wading pond” behind my office. I’d throw myself in dramatically, but eeeuuuu…   I am tired. And I feel muddy, my head as bulky as a wool turtleneck. I have so little energy I might be considered slothful, if someone were considering. Maybe I’m coming down with something. I hope so, because otherwise I […]

Addiction on TV

Now THIS is a party…   Lauren’s watching Breaking Bad from scratch on Netflix. I was at her house for lunch yesterday and I watched an episode in the middle of Season Four with her. I am an irritating person to watch any television show with, or any movie or stage play, but I am particularly […]

Slack Dog

The ultimate in slack-doggery – Fiona in her favorite position…   I got this email message from my buddy Mark a couple of days ago: No “Ghost” lately? No one likes a slack dog. MM   Short but sweet, right? I have been kind of tired recently, and I have been slacking off a bit […]

Giving Up the Ghost

Giving Up the Ghost: to die; to stop working; to stop trying to do something because you know it will not succeed.   A friend of mine says he’s “done with sobriety”. He says he wants another option, a different plan, and that sobriety has brought him nothing but problems. He says when he was drinking he had less […]

Tired Sober…

I’m not tired of being sober. I am just tired. I was talking to Lisa last night over some sort of fried green tomato with indefinable bits of deliciousness on top at Medure, and I said to her, “When I was drinking I used to have more frenetic energy – sweeping the front porch at […]