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My eyes are swollen shut from fatigue tell the story I am not allowed to say.  Trying to sleep with undigested food in my bad belly.  I am miserable.

Random man # 1,372,594,508,263,940,264,558,302,713,647,493,493,720, I am sick of being passed around like some plastic vagina to play with.  Here’s a toy you play with her, now it’s your turn, now you play with her, and so on.  I will never believe – in that way – unless it is made real.  I have been tricked too many times for someone else’s sport and pleasure.

It was supposed to be Nanaimo bars and espresso, but I can barely move.

Drop the mic.

Boom.

The end.

I wanted to mention something about For The First Time piece I posted recently.  I am glad I was able to write it in 2012 when I did because I am completely removed from all feeling, memories, details and associations from the time in my life when I cared for my mother.  I find it very hard to recall memories anymore with any feeling other than extreme anger.

I wanted to write my 9/11 piece, my Master Class piece, the Rules piece, and so many others.  I have bulletin boards full of story board ideas that are something I actually want to get out of myself.  But, there is only so much time in the day.  I have to clean my house, mop and vacuum the floors, do laundry without a dryer because some trolls came in my house and ruined the appliance, and I do not have the ability to get on the roof.  So, now I have to hire someone?!  Great!  I have to do the dishes, clean my kitchen, get groceries which takes hours and hours – is this ok?  Should it be this one?  Is this cheaper?  Is someone going to think something if I order this or that or the other?!  And, I need variety!!  Not to mention the fun of taking a shower in my house – forget being able to relax in the tub, can’t do that!  Washing myself over and over and still not clean – more trolls!  Washing my hair in the sink because of the trolls!  Plus, I am fucking tired, spent, worn out like I am stuck on a deserted island without shelter or food.  And, if it going to be used every day, then the work I do four it is not goofing around.  I still haven’t been able to unplug my head and brain.  And get this – ok, I was kept up instead of being able to sleep.  At least once a week this happens – recently it has been more than that – where I am kept up all night, all day, and all night again.  You try keeping that up after so many years!

Plus, I have cats to take care of which involves more than giving them food and water, and cleaning their litter.  I have to spend time with them, play with them, give them kisses and kisses and kisses and kisses, call them by their names, so they know I am their Cherith.

I want to do this correctly and add this to the smile series, but I do not have time.  And, if I do not even mention it then I am reminded of it constantly like an iron left plugged in.  I think it was Crash I saw first, and from then on I wanted to see anything Paul Haggis wrote.  I wanted to learn from him.  Amazing.

Did you know Marc Anthony delivered my first computer?

Dwayne Johnson – what a wonderful ball of energy he is.  No phony bull-shit about him.  I don’t think he tolerates it around him.

Jack Black – sorry, I am so broke I cannot afford music within the last ten years or so.  Thank you for putting up with my playlist.

Michelle Monaghan – due to time constraints I could not finish watching Kiss Kiss Bang Bang.  However, I have seen it before.

I sure hope Neal Patrick Harris is still not gathering the carts outside The Home Depot.

Jason Segel – can I recall all the times?  At Publix with a child wearing a football uniform, check-out at The Home Depot, in front of Bright House, walking with a ball cap.  He is a genuinely nice and pleasant man.

Reading the newspaper are we still Robert Downey Jr.?

I have to go before my brain crashes on this desk – tired.

I don’t know why I gave this to someone else.  Again, giving the power back to me, and out of someone else’s hands and back to me.  For, I see no reason to see other’s and do nothing, say nothing, or write nothing.  Thank you is the greatest act I can do, I have nothing else to give or offer.

A Smile Series: Thank you

June 15, 2017

So, here is what I am thinking as part of the Director’s chair series.  They go together and they improve my 360 life. I am simply not able to watch every single movies, or tv show, or even listen to every piece of music once I’ve seen someone.  I wanted to come here and write a quick blurb.  I will start with the most recent and try – I doubt it will be complete – to work my way backwards when I remember someone.

This will be my take away, or what I receive when I see others, or what I can see about others.  It’s been called many different things.  I think the truth is I don’t see anything the other person doesn’t want me to know, or see.  A person is who they are regardless of everything else.

In this way, I hope to be able in some small way to say thank you for their time, energy, patience, and creative talent.  For all the middle-fingers I fly it has NEVER been against any one person.  I simply never wanted to live this kind of life.  Nevertheless, I am an appreciator it is hard for me to be otherwise.

Also, I believe in the acts of smallness.  How the smallest gestures can have the greatest impact.  As an example, while caring for my mother taking her in her wheelchair, she loved people so much she wanted to greet everyone.  She would talk to people in her distorted, broken vocabulary most people would return the favor with horrified shock and almost disgust upon their face.  They would turn to me with a look of, why did you bring her out in public?  So, every time someone would simply smile in return, I was so grateful.  It made my mother so happy!  And, there is no way I could do anything to pay back that simple kindness – you have no idea the profundity of a smile.  A smile changes things.  A smile has power.  A smile can say more than words.  A smile is of great importance.

If I come here to write about the experience, then the mockingbird/copy-cat business can come to an end.  Instead of dressing in a certain way, or buying certain products, or driving down a certain road, I will come here to write.  It is time for something new, greater, bigger, and better for all.

Do to so many factors in play there is not a lot of time for me to cultivate words or pictures to define the encounter.  I hope that even a few words will be able to speak to something that cannot be defined in words.

I will leave it to you, Mr.            to expand and build upon.  I do reserve the right to alter and help define the creativity of the series.  I am not sure if series is the best term since it will be confined, for some, to my shoes.  Which in my mind, it is not.

If that was Keira Knightley with the hand to her chest, I had to look away.  The memory is so repulsive, I just couldn’t look anymore.  She did look dead tired for which I am sorry she had to be there.  It is a difficult shift.  Also, she was at Walt Disney World with me during training – it was near the Carousel at Magic Kingdom when she said she felt like every one was staring at her as if she is was famous – paraphrased.  She was always on the phone.

Cuba Gooding it was just a walk by, and it was a while ago.  It is a difficult one to explain, it is one of those that is a knowing and it is not until later that I understand or piece it together.  A sort of bewildered, how does this thing really work.

Josh Lucas what a bright, happy, personable good-natured man.  It was really difficult not to buy the painter’s chest.  But, understand that memory is horrifying and degrading, and I painted before I was ever found.  It was a pleasure even just to walk by.

Rachel McAdams – how very personable I felt you must be.  An easy conversationalist.  Black pants, white top.  Also, she played a trainer at Disney too.

Do you know what a treat it was designing a closet for, oh I can’t remember what name he used, Benedict Cumberbatch, and his partner.  He was staying somewhere south in Florida, but the closet was for a condo in Ann Harbor? Michigan.  It was such a treat!  He was so fun and enjoyable to speak to.  Honestly, so much time has passed I can’t recall if it was a put-on or not.  But, so much fun!  When he appeared at Home Depot it was not a difficult thing to approach him this tall handsome man.  However, when he touched my shoulder I knew there was something very different about him.  He had a lot of power in his touch.  It was so terribly flattering.  I mean, I had changed so much.  I barely had money for food or gas, let alone all my clothes were beat to hell.  He was speaking about his shoulder transplant or surgery?  Hard to remember anymore too much fiddling in my brain and too much diluting of my memories.  Yes, always a surprise to see him, even on bicycle.  Plus, I know he was speaking through Cat at TCS when he said I looked nice, and he liked a woman with such well-defined calves.  I blushed, but I couldn’t at the moment place it for I KNEW it had nothing to do with Cat.  Do you know how they talked me out of my plate of French fries?!  An order of French fries at a British pub, sitting outside in the shade.  I was somehow talked out of it by those on the other side of the street in the sun.  I had to walk away and make-up some story about having to leave.  Do you know how they talked me out of those purple pants with the Union Jack?  Those purple pants that fit me like they were made for my body.  I’m still upset about those two things.  For me, those purple pants were a loss not because of the color or nationality.  For fuck sake, man they fit me so well, and I still own so few clothes.  It’s been so hurtful being talked out of purchases and constantly having to return things.  They are both well-formed memories in my mind – the french-fries and pants.  He was so much fun to speak with!  I can’t remember which came first Sherlock Holmes or Frankenstein.  On the very rare occasion that I got to leave the house while caring for my mother and do something for me the movie theater was playing a theatrical version of Frankenstein.  Just two actors, and at intermission each actor changed roles.  I think Danny Boyle was the director.  Do you know why I remember Danny Boyle was the director?  The people sitting in my row to my right, I knew were watching me.  I have no idea why.  Do you know what I love about theater?  When you step into a theater – that stale, un-circulated, never-seen-the-sun air.  I take a deep breath every time I walk into a theater.  It’s different at each theater.  Each unique.  There is no mistaking you are in a theater.  I enjoyed Frankenstein very much.  There is nothing like theater.  Still a very dorky fan – that is to say I appreciate what he gives the audience.  I bought the, I am Sher-locked t-shirt because I thought it was terribly clever writing at the time.  Also, to watch a man (Sherlock) willing to go to such lengths for a woman – well, happy endings haven’t happened yet in my life.

Keith Urban – a black Urban?  This is a difficult one to explain.  There was a sort of gentleness, perhaps mellow, a non-pushy, non-aggressive, simple look toward the exit door.  There is always some sort of tell with people as no matter what color they are they are still themselves.

Jennifer Lawrence – which time?!  The black cat-walk in dreads at the mall, over-the-top having fun, or the driving a Jeep like a crazed-stomping-on-the-gas woman, or urine collection for Home Depot?  I think that’s all of them.

Tom Hanks/Rita Wilson – Red hand, black Mr. Hanks.  I’m sorry I was late that day, you seemed somewhat nervous.  I think it had to do with the driving.  I am sorry it took so long for me.  You looked painful, your get-up.  Plus, you looked so tired.  Sorry for your trouble.

Marc Anthony – that is the most beautiful song!  I’m sorry they put acne on your face.

Bill Cosby – sitting in a wheelchair at my mother’s nursing home doing an over exaggerated tongue lick.  The memory might have been different had I not just walked out of my mother’s room with an actor playing her part.  I mean, how can I honestly yell at me mother for being an imposter?!  Even if it was a man playing her.  Those memories of her being played by actors are so unbearably painful I can see or feel nothing else.  You see, my mother would be so ashamed of my life as I am so ashamed of my life, and what it has become.  I saw you, however it is marked with such sadness for me I cannot see past the cover-up of her death.

David Tennant – What a delightful conversation.  I have no idea what we spoke of during your closet organization at Home Depot, but it was a joy.  Very, very lovely.  It had been a long since I’d had a fun and wonderful conversation.  I would have been happy to have let it go on longer.  Wonderful man.

Billy Crystal – Harry, was his name when he signed up for emails while I was cashiering at TCS.  A lovely man.  I could have talked to him for much longer about absolutely nothing and enjoyed it.  A delight!

These are all the people I can think of at this time.  I am not sure, I can name them all from the last four years.  I’ll try.

In case you were wondering David Wolfe, regardless of what I write – for I am not finished – what has happened in the past is in the past.  I find you disgusting and revolting.  It pains me every day that I do not get to be free of you.

I cannot believe how you used me and my pupils yesterday, I am so disgusted at how you have exposed me when it was not your right to do so.

Quite honestly, I would rather die than ever see you again.  I would also rather die than to continue living in this way.

I am so angry.

I have no idea why God ever let me meet you in the first place.  So angry.

I am tired of being used by you.

For you and James have been allowed to love, have family, have friends, and you have let me emotionally starve and wither away.

I will never look your way again.  My pants will be replaced when possible.

Twelve hours of sleep, and I forced myself to wake up and get up for I could have stayed in bed longer.  No one has any idea how hard I push myself every day.  This life around me is harder than anyone realizes.  No one understand the incredible stress upon my body due to the capacity of my brain.

Banana bread for breakfast.  I want a thick slice of banana bread loaded with banana’s and walnuts filling the air with its sweet warmth.  Nutella slathered on top oozing down the sides, more fresh banana’s sliced on top, glazed pecans rough chopped (not too fine) over the banana’s and bread, honey or maple syrup drizzled over plate and all.  And, I must have meat – feeling like turkey sausage, again.

I could have slept longer.

David Wolfe:

August 19, 2017

Dear Paul Watson,

I first became aware of you, Sea Shepard, and your mission while watching Whale Wars on Animal Planet.  I was surprised at how enjoyable it was to watch you and your crew defend animals.  It is a rare thing to come across people and persons who understand that animals are more than a food source, and that animals are sentient beings.  We have always had cats in our family ever since I can remember, birds and fish too.  Hearing you speak about your own personal story of how you came to greater understanding of animals I wanted to share with you some of my own personal stories.

As a family in my early teens we vacationed in Florida.  We visited both Busch Gardens and Sea World.  I was never a child that liked to wander off alone.  If you’ve ever been separated and lost at an early age it’s a lesson you don’t forget.  We all sat down in an outdoor auditorium for a show, then in walked elephants onto the stage.  The performer started to climb on the elephant to sit on top wearing shoes with a heel.  I cringed.  I squirmed in my seat.  I closed my eyes.  I cringed even more.  The trainer began speaking about how tough elephant skin is.  I couldn’t stop cringing, my insides, my outsides cringing.  I couldn’t stand to watch it.  It was not entertainment to me.  I disbelieved that the trainer could fully measure the nerve endings under the dermis of the elephant, or know the difference between the elephant being in pain and the elephant allowing the performer to walk on him.  I walked out of the auditorium.  The show had just begun and I had to walk out.  It hurt just to watch.

When we got to Sea World, the Orca show was one of the first things we did that day.  It is a huge auditorium.  It is also a very specific environment.  Mind you, I was interested and excited to be at these places, however it was not very long into the show.  I was overcome.  In that auditorium specifically, and on that day, at that time.  There was such a sadness that came over me.  It was heavy, not a screaming pain, it was an unbearable sadness like I had not yet experienced.  Sadness as a crushing weight as heavy and as expansive as the ocean itself filling the entire auditorium.  Sadness.  Sadness.  Sad.  Such sadness.  I believe it was coming from the whales, or whales talking to each other, or simply a whale – feeling.  Sadness.  Sadness.  It was so unbearably painful to feel the sadness.  I couldn’t sit to watch, I was not entertained.  Sadness.  Such sadness.

We eventually moved to Florida from Oregon.  Living in a small apartment, I was grateful for the ponds beside our complex which provided lots of wildlife watching.  We had a small raft that we would paddle around on in this very small pond.  Otters would come up to the raft curiously.  There were ducks, egrets, herons, and all sorts of birds.  It was a huge culture shock moving to Florida, so I took the opportunity to learn all about the wildlife.  I used to feed the ducks every day, so I could be outside and not cooped up in the A/C’ed apartment.  The ducks seemed to have greater intelligence than the Floridians I had met.  I named all the ducks.  The ducks could be flying in the air, and if I called their name they would stop, turn around in flight, and come to me.

So, Floridians.  One day I came upon one of the ducks I used to feed and he no longer resembled a duck.  He looked like someone had taken a baseball bat to him, killing him.  Rage like I have never experienced hurt and saddened me.  For maybe I was also to blame for feeding the ducks.  No animal deserves to be abused.

Half-singing, half-running, half-jumping, half-skipping my way into the kitchen of our apartment, my brother had been experimenting with something he read about removing tarnish from silver using boiling water, aluminum foil, and some other things when I did not notice the handle from the pot sticking out from the range knocking the boiling water down my leg.  I am sure I screamed.  Standing there in the kitchen looking at my knit pants wet-stuck to my skin, I heard my mother screaming take your pants off.  I am not kidding you, my first reaction was, I don’t think so.  I mean come on.  It’s funny where your mind goes even in an emergency.  Begrudgingly, I took off my pants.  The skin came off with the pants.  My mother quickly gets me into a cool bath as she is calling a nurse friend asking for advice.

Wrapped in gauze and fresh pants, I slowly began to sit down to watch some television.  Our cat, Barney who never behaved as a cat, but more as an English gentlemen patient with his human family, started as if he was going to jump in my lap.  I didn’t and couldn’t move too quickly or say anything fast enough when he jumped up onto my lap with a knowing I cannot explain.  He was careful.  He was cautious.  He curled up exactly where my burn was, and as if he had a timer he jumped down almost as though he knew his job was done.  There was no pain when he curled up in my lap.  There was never pain again from that burn, nor has there ever been a scar which I give Barney credit for helping me heal.

My beautiful cat Thursday that was adopted from a local vet, was one of the smartest, sweetest cats I’ve ever had.  He only had two claws on one paw, yet he still loved to jump.  However, sometimes he would limp after jumping down.  After moving into my current townhouse, he started peeing around the townhouse.  Usually at the worst possible moment.  I would run to him screaming what are you doing, you know better than to do that?!  I could see from his eyes he did not want to pee or do a bad behavior.  I could see in his eyes he had no choice.  I could see in his eyes he was somehow being controlled either through a silent whistle or some command that I could not see or hear.  It terrorized both he and I.  It is still unbearably painful knowing that my animals are used in this townhouse without my permission and my control.  I share that for a very specific purpose.  It is one thing to steal from me, take control over me, abuse me – it is another matter entirely to use and abuse my own cat(s) against my wishes and control.

Before I went to college, I took a trip to Boston.  Got off on the wrong train stop, and had to walk forever to get to the hotel in the brutal Boston heat.  Exhausted from the trip to the hotel, I collapsed on my bed trying to cool off in the A/C.  I did not have my eyes closed very long before I heard with absolute certainty my cat Mouse meow with unnatural pain.  I ran to the window to see if there was anything there.  All I saw was a factory – the NECCO factory.  Upon my return home, my mother told me how Mouse had become suddenly ill and had to be put down.  I asked for the time it had occurred.  It was nearly to the minute I heard him cry miles and miles away.

Babee Bear was named because he looked just like a little black bear, he had a Manx tail.  I was there for his birth, but was not prepared, nor did I understand how I could help his mother.  I left for a short time during the still-birthed deliveries to return to bodiless kittens.  Babee Bear was the last cat delivered whose mother could not get him to breathe.  So, I took the little black baby cat in my hands trying to work air into the lungs.  It didn’t work, and it didn’t work, and it didn’t work, and it didn’t work, and it didn’t work, and it didn’t work.  I don’t know how many times I gave up trying to will life into his lungs.  Finally, he started moving around and he came to life.  His mother rejected him.  She would not nurse him.  Because of that he had no personality at all.  To look in his eyes was to look into emptiness.  I worked an overnight shift, so sleep was precious and hard to come by.  One day, I took Bear with me as I went to sleep.  I told him he could sleep on the pillow next to me and he was not allowed to move while I slept.  I talked to him for a few minutes telling him of fun and playtime we would have when I would wake, and reminded him how long I was going to sleep, and for him not to move, just sleep while I slept.  I was surprised when I woke up to find him unmoved.  I don’t think he even walked around the room or anything.  I picked him up and took him with me into the rest of the house.  From that day on he was never a no-personality, or emptied eyed cat.  We had a real animal-human bond.  He would listen to me with understanding, he even did little things like lay his head on my hand while being examined at a vet’s visit.  Very few people get to experience a real animal-human bond like that.

Animals do feel grief.  I have witnessed it.

I had a cat Friday whom I called Friday because he turned his head as a kitten when I asked him what he wanted his name to be.  He loved the sound of the Ffff in Friday.  Everybody loved Friday.  Nearly every person that visited our house tried to take Friday home.  No joke, I mean everyone wanted Friday as their own.  I had a neighbor, Don who used to come by just to visit Friday.  Friday greeted every person that visited our home as if he was as important and valued as his human family, and capable of communicating too.

Sundae was named for what appeared to be ice cream scoops on her back that resembled a sundae.  One day she started having trouble breathing, the next day she had to be put down as x-rays revealed cancer throughout her lungs and her heart had nearly doubled in size.  Friday and Sundae had never been particularly close, yet when Sundae died Friday soon stopped eating.  He would come running at meal times eat a bite or two, stop quickly, and hang his head.  He started to stare out the windows at a single point not moving his head or body.  As if his whole body was alert, stiffened, on alert waiting for her return.  On occasion, he would walk into the room with such a stilled air it called my attention.  He would then slowly, carefully lie down where Sundae used to sleep, never moving, barely breathing.  Grieving.  It was more than sadness.

He started to lose so much weight I took him to the vet every day – even Saturday and Sunday the vet showed up just for me – for a week until I got up the nerve to ask the vet if it was helping at all.  You see, my mother had her first big stroke shortly after Sundae’s death.  One more sick or dying person or animal was more than I could bear or manage.  Graciously, the vet told me he did not believe it was helping Friday to get well.  I had no choice, but to put him down.  However, I believe he really died from grief, and the loss of his mate for she had the same last name – day.

Perhaps this is too much to share with you.  Perhaps, you may understand, or perhaps you might view me as crazy.  However, these experiences and more have caused me to believe animals are best when they are understood as more than creatures.  It is also a rare gift some people have being able to communicate and understand animals.  It is a rare gift to be able to believe beyond explanation too.

Thank you and your crew for all the hard work you do.

Sincerely,

Cherith J Gjestland

Originally, I wrote this to David Wolfe to have him pass it on, as well as , for his knowledge.  I believed he was aware, I just wanted to be sure.  However, all this information and events stored in my brain I cannot give away any longer.  I am putting the power back in my hands for irreversible damage has been done.  This friend of mine who betrayed and worked against me with other’s knew the consequences of her actions, and she chose not to defend me as a friend – something I would have done for her.  Ironically, this was written on my father’s birthday.  If I receive any more drugged wine, or if I never wake from it – at least I tried to warn people and the world of harm being done to me without cause or justification.

To Tammy Thomas Hoskins,

Who knows if Hoskins is even your real name.  I was suspicious of you when you called out of the blue after so many years.  I should never have called you back.  I should have left that phone call go.  The only reason I agreed to allow you to visit my home was for my mother.  I knew my mother would enjoy the visit, nothing more.  Luckily for her, her stroke did not allow her to see your deceit and truly deceptive purpose.

If you had not been such a good friend before I would never have visited you at your home.  “Logan likes you and wants you to sleep in his room.”  What the fuck?!  There was no hesitation in my mind, I was NEVER going to sleep in the same room as your son.  Suddenly, my friend is someone I do not know.  I could not reconcile that in my mind.  Who the fuck does that?!  Telling me all sorts of people sleep in his room.  Oh my God, I am so disgusted by you!!!!  I was shocked in that moment, but you had been a friend before someone I knew to be truthful, honest, and of good character.

Tammy, you drugged the wine you fed me.  I trusted you, and you drugged me.  All I wanted to do was talk about David for I missed him and for that, you had me drugged.

I am so grateful my mother never got to see or know you for the liar and deceiver you truly are.

Taking me for a walk to tell me your neighbor was a Private Investigator.  Knowing that I was fully aware of all the retired police persons in my neighborhood that the whole neighborhood was watching me, knowing that I went out of my way to let them know I had nothing to hide for there was no cause for them to be watching me as a criminal.

I told you NOT to come to the hospital when I had my surgery.  I should have made sure you were NOT allowed during my surgery.  You knew they were going to remove everything.  You knew there was no reason or cause to remove my female organs.  You knew the only purpose for them to sterilize me was to have me watched for the rest of my life.  You betrayed me as Judas betrayed Jesus, and just as easily too.

My guess is, I was not speaking to you on the phone when you told me of your husband’s car crash in South Africa where the only injury was his elbow.

I will never forget how a friend I had known for more than twenty years, who I prayed with, who I sang songs with, who I helped others with by letting them know of God, deceived and betrayed me.

You are truly a person of a heartless nature.  To see the devotion, care, and work I did, and betray me for it.  As if I am some sort of oddity when it happens all over the world families working under one roof to help each other due to finances, or illness, or some other calamity.

It is not as if I had men breaking down my door, or asking me out, or even showing any interest at all, so at least I was of use to my family.

Understand this, when I wrote in my blog about my best friend it was merely a figure of speech.  I was simply trying to tell a story – that’s all.

You are not welcome here.  I never wish to know or see you again.

Here’s what’s for breakfast: I am ravenous for some real sausage, my whole body – everything – is craving it like you have no idea.  This girl NEEDS meat.  Please and Thank-you.

Ok, fine – Phew!  I had a stress-filled day.  Can I tell you how much I despise a show-off?  I was being introduced, it was a change of pace, it filled the tedium while I waited.  But, I cannot abide a braggart.  It is something I have chosen to turn my back on.  Who likes someone who is only interested in the things they have done?!  I just tuned-out.

Phew, I am glad today is over with.  I am grateful for a break, more rest, and a chance to feel healthy and better again.  You know, how your body handles pain?  When you have been injured so severely that your mind and brain flip the switch and turn off?  A complete shut-down.  I believe the term is passing out.  I shouldn’t have to pass out weekly, daily, or even monthly.  But, I have been overloaded, over-used, and abused daily for years.

So, I am grateful for the rest.

Thank you.