I had a meeting with a rehabilitation facility for men with addictions this morning. It was interesting. I will likely be doing a therapy practicum there in the not so distant future.
After that meeting went relatively well, as in I effectively convinced the coordinator I was a smart and capable human being 😉 I spoke with James about how Melvin is doing. I’ve been avoiding discussing his condition in the blogosphere because the news has been up and down but never actually good and best left untyped.
It seems though, today, it will be a matter of days before he succumbs to his situation. My heart is absolutely broken.
I had so many things (i.e.: school assignments, blog posts, dog walks, gym, groceries etc) to do before heading to work this evening, but I was overcome with the crushing weight of depression. I sat holding Duncan for what was probably close to two hours.
It is World Bartender Day. Which I am. A Bartender and soon to be Art Therapist for Alcoholics. A pretty stiff dichotomy there…
So the best I could do to celebrate was to show up to work at my scheduled time and make drinks, even though I want to collapse in heap.
Here’s a throw back to bartending in Ecuador when I was young and everyone that mattered was alive and well and everything was a good time