It's been a Year???

So my friend Phil calls me tonight to let me know he won't make it down to see me as he's currently incapacitated at Clayton's birthday, and it dawns on me.. one year ago today I was hugging a bottle of rye to my chest and crying on my dining room floor while Tracy coached me to get up and move on.

For any new readers, here's the lowdown. No, it's not an entry from the day in question, but read from about halfway down the entry and I think it explains it beautifully.

I know it's twisted, but still.. Happy Anniversary to me!

Now.. where's my rye?