It’s a bit of a misnomer for me to be talking about ‘best laid plans’ because on the one hand I can’t afford to make any. And on the other hand I cannot afford not to. Life must go on. Well, at least I intend it to, to the best of my ability.
I can’t just sit around waiting for The Call – that will have me scurrying to the Austin Hospital for another attempted liver transplant. But these days I preface every RSVP and every emailed invite with the words ‘If I’m not dead, in hospital or in jail’.
[The jail bit refers to my next court appearance, June 21, when the magistrate will decide what punishment to hand down since my conviction on four charges involving breaches of Suppression Orders involving recidivist sex offenders during my Name Them and Shame Them campaign.]
I’m writing this while on two weeks’ holiday leave during the mid-year non-ratings period.
I guess buggered- up plans are in my mind because at this time every year I am usually off to Hawaii for ten days of quiet...