Thank God for Alcohol

Anybody who knows me knows that I'm not much of a drinker. But frankly the two extremely strong Gibsons I had with dinner tonight in the bosom of my family were ~ how shall I say? ~ sanity preservers. It's been a rough day.

I don't know what it is about my childhood environment that prompts such a strong reaction, but combined with another delve into the parental legacy - well let's say I was pretty much an emotional basket-case by mid-afternoon.

Goddam I can't wait for this to be over.