Another Walk in the Park
A lot happened at the beginning of September. I came to believe that I was to some extent afflicted with Asperger’s Syndrome. Then I fell down and broke my neck, having had a few too many martinis at a bistro lunch. Putting the two together was not fun, but I’m doing well – healing very quickly, and establishing new ways of getting things done that, in truth, I’d been mulling over for months and doubtless would still be dithering over if it hadn’t been for a sudden spot of surgery. I’m doing well enough to think very hard about the irreversible mess that I almost made of my life, not because I’m a bad person but because there was some very important information about my life that I didn’t have, and because the luxury of waiting for that information to sink in and work some changes in my life was denied me.
The linked page isn’t for everybody. If it strikes you as strongly wrong-headed, or driven by some sort of denial, then please, for the love of humanity, stop reading it. It’s provisional and preliminary. I’m not ready to do much with anyone else’s experiences. But the desire to begin some serious work is very strong, and Thursday is my day for taking stock.