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On Klonopin

This week, I'm proudest of one thing. I'm proud to have obtained Klonopin.


One particular domestic sin is: leaving the ice cream out so that it melts all over the place. I have sinned in this way--but, instead of ice cream, the thing I've been abusing is my spouse's Klonopin. My spouse is a generous man--and once, in his typically generous spirit, he said, "Take my Klonopin if you can't sleep."


But I overstepped a boundary. I just began popping Marc's Klonopin on a *semi-regular* basis somewhere around 3 AM. I took his ice cream, and I let it melt all over the kitchen counter.


This was particularly obnoxious because it meant that *Marc* had to go to his doctor and deliver a monologue about *my* problematic behavior.


Never again. I'm a new man. I fought for my own little slip of paper from the doctor--and I won.


Just knowing half a Klonopin is there for you--at 3 AM....This can be a tremendous gift. The knowledge can help you wage war with your own cannibalistic psyche, which is at its worst in the early, early hours of the morning. (That knowledge--plus show tunes. I like singing "South Pacific" to keep the wolves at bay.)


My husband has forgiven me for my transgression (I think), and we've had some above-average nights of sleep recently. And, hey, there's a pandemic, and we're expecting a second child. Above-average is something to crow about.


Right now, I'll take (and I'll celebrate) any small victories that come my way....


P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO STEPHEN SONDHEIM, my hero from high school onward. Three cheers for the guy who has said the unsayable over and over, in new and interesting ways, without fear, since early Cold War days, all the way to the present. White--a blank page, or canvas....So many possibilities....

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