"And tho I'd been bouncing on and off the wagon for a few years, unable to give up booze for more than a few weeks (with and without the help of other human beings). I didn't pick up a drink.  Which seemed- to one who'd studied positivism and the philosophy of science in college- a psychological payoff to the dumb process of getting on my knees twice a day to talk to myself.  One MIT trained scientist told me she prayed to her "sober self"- a palatable concept for the agnostic I was. But if you are in a frame of mind gloomy enuf to refuse prayer... nothing satisfies like a dark poem.."

So here it is:    "And I waited with anxious soul for Romeo to descend from the clouds, a satin Romeo singing of love, while backstage a dejected electrician waits with his finger on the button to turn off the moon..."

Sobriety doesn't exempt me from all kinds of sometimes self absorbed lunacy.  Who knew?       Any way- I also have a bad cold, which might be strep, given how my throat feels.....     Beach Girl