Blogs answering answers to other blogs. Blogs are getting just as cryptic as the Sudoku puzzles.

Those old Chryslers were quite the car. And I know how mother's like to keep up their cars, or at least my mother did and hers was a really old Plymouth, so I'm sure the Chrysler is in top condition.

But alas Gail, as George and Ira Gershwin said about Our Love, my mental problems are Here To Stay. That was confirmed byone of my complimentary visits to the school psychiatrist when I was a student at Denver University. It was reconfirmed by Jefferson County Mental Health that my behavior patterns were so ingrained that I was beyond any of Dr. Phil's or Orphra's quick fixes or practical fixes of any known or unknown kind. I'm sure that the medication that JCMH wrote out for me was a form of sleeping pill (Nortriptyline hydrochloride) because that's almost all I did while I took them and, like all sleeping pills, I got addicted to them and still sleep way too much.

Though I know that I have more serious conditions than depression, since both JCMH and Vocational Rehab (who had me tested for a third time last year) have refused to talk to me about the results of the tests, the remaining records on me are at the moment are securely locked in an unknown filing cabinet or reside on a hard disk protected by a half-dozen passwords (according to my paranoia). Just try to get to them, Indiana Jones.

One thing JCMH did tell me was that I should never drive a car. And I should try to limit my thoughts of suicide (which I currently try to keep down to a half dozen times a day). That is one of the many reasons that I need a job. On the other hand, I must be doing some things right because I got through this May (Mental Health month) without mentioning it once on YourHub although You Were On My Mind, as Sylvia Fricker wrote in a 1964 blues song.

I do hope that your husband has luck in selling the car and that it gets and excellent home.