Pilot's Log

...Either get a bigger budget or lay off the frickin' irony.

The clinic where I've been getting my mental health screening has "good time oldies" radio on its Muzak in the waiting room.

Which means, that as a result of history, I get to hear THE EXACT SAME MUSIC I heard in the doctors' offices, school clinics and principal's office queues thirty years ago (when it was what "adult contemporary" radio stations played). Guess what?--I've blogged about this stuff before!

It's like a TV show when ten seasons on, they dust off an old script or premise and make it again in the hopes that nobody notices. Only my life doesn't come with a laugh track and I certainly don't find it amusing.

I am conflicted about the outcome of this "expedition", in all seriousness. It's one thing to be told "Oh yes, you were right all along." And it's another for them to tell me "Actually there isn't anything really wrong with you." I'm afraid that solving this dilemma will only set other dilemmas in front of me. And then what?

FP