We had a bit of a situation at work here. We were given the afternoon of Christmas Eve off, which is of course fine and good. Then about a month before Christmas, it may well have coincided with when I was in Milwaukee, we got this e-mail saying that our office will be closed for the morning, too, and we will be required to make up that time before the end of March. No choice in the matter, only a month's notice. Anyway, this lunch hour I finally made up the rest of the time, so I've got that monkey off my back.
So now I'm sitting here reading this Choice Theory book. Someone tried to tell me about twelve years ago that all arthritis was due to bitterness. Now I know where he and his wife got this idea from, because what this Choice Theory books says is much along the same lines. This doctor contends that autoimmune diseases are "our creativity responding destructively to difficulty in our lives". I try to examine this in the framework of my dad, who died of an abominably horible autoimmune disease called Wegener's Granulomatosis. It just doesn't compute with what this Dr. Glasser is contending. I doubt that Dad would have agreed either. I miss him.
Early to bed. Good night everyone. Aren't you glad you read this?