Once my cat got on top of the fridge, where there was a bottle of Drambuie. He knocked it down, then jumped down, landing just as the bottle hit and exploded, showering him with the liquor. Like a cat, he licked himself clean. And like a Scot, he didn't walk straight for quite some time...

You need to do what works for you. I never disappear forever--I'm like a bad penny. But no apology is necessary. It's MY issue, after all, not yours.

I'm over from facebook and we're friends from there. I'm a writer, mostly non-fiction at the moment.