I am, now, as I write, somewhat content. Yet…

Logically, I know that I am wrong in my thinking. But physically I am, at least for now, willing to be wrong.

I have before me an ample supply of some good anti-pasto, a good stick of pepperoni and some good pita bread. I have also a case of Tsingtao. And, equally important to all the above, I am watching the Battlestar Galactica marathon on the SciFi channel and I eagerly await the next new episode tonight.

I am wrong to isolate and especially to drink, but even though I just might drink too much and do something wrong late in tonight’s wee hours if I become too drunk, it is a chance I am willing to take.

For now and today and into tonight I am somewhat at peace and my pain has receded.

I know my pain will return.

But for now my pain has gone.