Another Step Along the Road to Croaksville...

Yep, it's that time of year again. Time to wonder how I've managed to survive 37 years on this planet. And, guess what, I'm in a fragile state of mind. I had a card from my father - "Son - Remembering the boy you were... And feeling proud of the man you've become." It brings a a lump to my throat just writing it again. Probably the best birthday present he could have given me.

I could write about all the stuff at work that sent me straight down this morning, but that just eclipsed everything.

I need a hug.