Insanity has crept into my life over time, especially during the last decade when more and more of what I did with my life, and my family's life, defied all sense of reason. I knew, of course, that most of what I was doing with my life was insane, but I expected that sanity and reason would have to creep back in, as insanity had, over time.
Imagine my surprise when, sitting at my desk, I suddenly and without fanfare became sane.
Not that it has had any immediate effect on my day-to-day activities. It is easy to imagine a scene where I get up from my desk, work unfinished, and walk up to my boss and say, "I can't do this anymore."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Look, it has nothing to do with you, it's just that I can't do this anymore. It's just that I've gone sane."
But I have mouths to feed, and there it is. But now that I can see clearly that so many things in my life are clearly insane, I can accelerate the process of aligning life with my newfound sanity. I don't know where, exactly it will lead me; it is a story that may have no end, at least until I do, and so is bound to contain more than a few surprises.