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I want you naked, head down, ass up. Ready for fucking.

I’m a simple man, you see. We’ll have courtship and preliminaries another time.

You know what’s creepy? Give up?

I’ll tell you then. Just how much of our culture, TV, movies, streaming, is given over to murder, homicude, rape, kidnapping. This is our entertainment.

And we wonder why we’re effed-up.

If you told me food was the way to forget, I would never stop eating.

Not that the memories are all bad. It seems as if I was never safe, even though I was.

What must I do to be loved, Mamma?

So I took my disconsolate and melancholic self to an AA meeting and shared how I felt; 1) that my attitude sucked, 2) that I didn’t care whether I lived or died, and 3) sobriety isn’t about the elimination of difficulties.

It resonated. People shared about the tough parts of their lives in sobriety, like the deaths of their children. At the end, one of my friends gave me a cross he had crafted from an exotic wood, spalted hackberry. I was more than a little touched.

I’ve been over indulging on the guava bars, so they went to the meeting with me and were consumed by my fellow pastry fiends at the meeting,

J and I went to lunch at Cracker Barrel. Today is the sixth anniversary of her Dad’s passing. I felt good just remembering such a virtuous man. He liked Cracker Barrel and I can hear him ordering iced tea as I write this, (emphasis on the“iced” part.)

I’m just plain tired. I realize. J is beating herself up for her shortcomings as a wife. I told her to cut it out. “Wife” is not a job, in my opinion.

So I need to rest. Minimize the stimuli and rest. Then re-start the other parts of self-care. I felt profound empathy for every one who has ever felt marginalized today.

“Come unto me all ye who travail and are heavy laden and I will refresh you.” St. Matthew 11:28-30.

When Jesus said that, he didn’t put qualifiers on when he would start refreshing. He just said come, with your burdens. That was an epiphany for me in this season of The Epiphany.

Well, I started my Christmas story last night. I have my characters, my plot, my various embellishments to the story, a theme. Simple enough. Now all I have to do is write it. This is where it gets hard, as I try not to overthink, overembellish, and fill the story with unnecessary details.

Publix has this confection called Guave Bars, a very sweet cake with a guava paste filling. Caution: This product is highly addictive.

How addictive? Better than sex addictive.

How addictive? If you are diabetic, you would risk amputation for one of these. (Not quite, but almost.)

How addictive? Find out for yourself.

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