I’m actually in an enviable psychological form, my friends. I have spent 10 days organizing my father’s funeral and dealing with the consequences of his sudden death. This whole time I was with my. . . erm, psychologically taxing mother. Reader xykademiqz knows the kind of person I’m talking about and will confirm that it would strain the patience of an early Christian saint to be constantly with her. Plus, I’m doing all this with an ear infection that is hurting like a Russian batallion near Kharkiv and isn’t responding to antibiotics.
But at no point was I tempted to drink, smoke, overeat, overspend, or pick a fight with anybody. It’s really weird to be this healthy. Imagine the people who live their whole lives like this, the bastards.