It’s very nice of you, and the other people who have written to me, to express some concern with regard to my well-being, but it really isn’t necessary, I’m not worth thinking about.
Working seems to be just about all that I’m good for, and it keeps me busy and “out of my head” so to speak.
All of my family is across the pond, and in any event, they all have their husbands and wives and kids to look after.
I don’t really have any friends… of course I know some people here and in my town, but no one that I would ever consider calling or visiting when I’m feeling like this, because then I might as well move in to their place.
It’s probably best that I stay alone and just do my work. At least that way, I can be of some use to people, and for someone who is already 29 years past my expiry date, that’s pretty good, I guess.
No, no doctors, no therapists… those people have limited time and it’s best, I think, that they should devote the time to important people, and I’m not one of them.
Anyway, don’t bother thinking about me, but thank you for your concern, I appreciate the effort, however misguided.