Thank you all for your concerns, but I am doing just fine. These things tend to pass, painfully, but they are just passing.
Friday evening I get back to my apartment and there is a note on the counter from my cat, Bastard, telling me that everyone was getting together in Monroe at some bar, and that he was borrowing my camera again. What a bastard!
So I drive down to Monroe and see the gang all hanging out with my cat, drinking, laughing, having a good time, flirting with the girls. Well, at least he kind of invited me this time. You can see all the fun he had and pictures he took at,