I think I've done what old Dabrowsky called "positive disintegration". If I did it was very politically incorrect of me. But if I did it right I'm all morally advanced and evolved or something. It really is an interesting way to look at "psychoneurosis" in midlife. And its probably more sensible than I make it seem.

I could rescue a little dog to run with me on the farm. A little yappy dog that wouldn't eat much but was used to sleeping on the floor in the little room off the kitchen would be great. I'd probably sleep in the little room to get her used to it.