The Lyme and the Nancy

I’m looking at a crimson beeswax candle, which serves as the backlight to my Chateau Haut Blaignan wine from Medoc - 2009 was a good year – and am kind of pissed at myself for being so lonely.  Though 3/4^th a bottle of wine is sufficient for melancholia, I’m guessing this loneliness sequelae is genuine.  So, I pour another glass.  I’m wondering if there is possibly somebody out there that will be able to get me.  I mean, I’m pretty confusing.  I enjoy fine wine, Chopin, and play the Clarinet while often indulging in boarish, testosterone filled television shows, mountain biking, rock climbing…. a bit of a paradox, I suppose.  I’m not trying to bluster, it’s a genuine concern of mine.  – Tonight I researched Lyme Disease for three hours and it was awesome, I mean, I enjoyed the research.  A client of mine has Lyme Disease and I’m guessing his cognitive deficits are secondary to this condition.  Poor chap. -  The wine is really good. - I prayed that my heart would become more tender, more emotionally invested in my clients.  God answered.  Researching their conditions is one way I deal with it, how I deal with their struggle.  There is a lot of struggle out there, which is a good reminder; I think I’ll stop being lonely now. What a Nancy.