So here's an update to my life, based on the last few posts.
Work got worse. The powers that couldn't do anything right decided to lay people off just as they piled more work on. I went from one demanding (50-60 hours per week) job to two and a half jobs, all in the space of four weeks. Within another six weeks I realized that I was cracking.
Weirdly--well, not so weird since I see pattern in chaos--a colleague who had been fired from the company in February 2008 contacted me that September about a job where she had landed. I left the company another six weeks after that. If you're counting, that's zero to gone in four months.
I write investigations for a pharmaceutical manufacturing company. When things go wrong, they call on me to explain why it is or isn't okay. It's not a great job, but it's interesting and the company is way better to work for.
My wife and I decided that the roots were down and we were tired of leasing a townhouse, so we bought a house when the US housing market was bottoming out. This meant that we saved about 25% off what the house was worth and we got an incredibly low interest rate on the mortgage. This balances out all the crappy real estate deals I entered into during the previous 25 years.
I gave up drinking. You will note that it was a demon I wrestled with, and finally I had to admit that I just couldn't get into the ring any more because I was getting thrashed every time I tried. I have not had a drink in about 5 months.
At the same time I volunteered to cantor at my church in addition to singing in the choir. It has been a nice dovetail.
My father is better but not great. My wife continues happy. The grey cat Robert the Bruce has calmed down. I have built another computer, dropped Opera by the wayside, and moved some of my computing to the cloud.
Life is okay. I feel as if something momentous is about to happen--but then, isn't it always if we just look for it?