I checked my mail this
morning and found a package of CDs sent by a friend in Virginia. Seeing it in my
mailbox made me cry a little, because the gift was such a kindness and because it
could not have come at a time when I could use a bit of that any more than I do
at the moment.
I have not been looking
forward to this week, for a lot of reasons, mostly to do with unpleasant tasks
and uncomfortable realities that I cannot turn away from any longer. Oh—and enough
fear and loathing to keep Hunter S. Thompson in pharmaceuticals for at least16
months.
The CDs are theme music from
some classic western films, the Band of the Royal Irish Regiment and a
Tannahill Weavers disc. The range should just about cover whatever crap I have
to deal with this week, and if I factor in just the wee splash of single malt to
look forward to on Friday I just might make it through the next few days.
As the man said, with a
little help from my friends. For whom I am grateful every day.
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