I’m having trouble keeping track of time, not because I’m so busy but because my time is so differently arranged that I’m having trouble even knowing what day it is. Perhaps that will change. My son is going to be discharged today and taken to a Reactivation Centre to help him get his injured leg (ankle) functioning again. It’s not déja vu all over again but his situation reminds me of one in his past when he had to re-learn habits and actions we take for granted.

He was just coming up to his 18th birthday, so it was 40 years ago. He had suffered a breakdown - actually, a drug-induced psychosis courtesy of his special school which shall be nameless.

I DID IT AGAIN - PUNCHED THE WRONG KEY AND LOST SEVERAL PARAGRAPHS . AARGH!

I have no time left now. I’ll be back.

Will you?

There’s another movie you all know with a classic line - not literature but part of a folk psyche thing that everyone recognizes and that I’ve been saying since people started giving me advice about my son Matt - more like advice to me on how to behave. (Take it easy, relax, he’s okay, you’re okay, don’t knock yourself out, etc.)

Remember When Harry Met Sally? Sally’s woman friend was having an on-going hopeless affair with a married man and she knew she should break it off but she couldn’t . Everyone kept giving her advice, to quit, to leave, to find someone new, and her response has become a classic. Everyone uses it. (It really is a form of denial, a blind insistence on ignoring the facts.)

“You’re right. You’re right, I know you’re right.”

It doesn’t do much good until it sinks in.

Oh, Happy Valentine’s Day.