It happens every year, it seems. At least for the last decade.  I “fake” it for 11 months and then late November and early December roll around and I am lost.  Not really “lost”, more “lonely” which makes me feel lost. Actually, maybe what I am is sad, Yes. That’s it. I am SAD.

What the fuck happened? I though you grew up, got married, had children and lived happily ever after. NOPE. Apparently not.

Here is the problem: I AM SUCH A BIG FAKER!!!! Everybody thinks I am so happy and so successful and my life is GREAT... well this is because I am such a good actor. Don’t get me wrong. Some parts of my life are greeeeaaatttt…. I am alive. I have a dog. I drink coffee and read in bed for two hours in the am (from 4:30 to 6:30), I have three grown, married children and six grandchildren…a great brother, loyal friends, new and old, and a mother who is 91 and half, which means I may have thirty years left….OH NO!!!! so, some things are good.