Thank you to Friends and Friends to be

This is my blog address: http://retire42.blogspot.com/

This is my new website: http://poboy42.myweb.io/

This is my campground: http://www.sunshinervresort.net/

Campground Amenities: http://www.sunshinervresort.net/Amenities.htm

The "Furries" own Blog: http://thefurrys.blogspot.com/

PoBoy wake up! Yes, he's awake for sure. We'll take a brief break in the summary of his short life. What is needed for PoBoy is to keep you posted of current events too.

Let's begin with the number of days remaining until retirement. Would you believe there are only 98 days. Yes, he double checked, triple checked the calendar. Unbelievable! And the biggie to follow 112 days until the move to Florida.

The move to Florida will be traumatic. In fact, the year of 2008 has proved to be more then even the PoBoy could handle. A heart attack in the morning hours of 2008. A breakup of a relationship. Disaster of moving his travel trailer to Florida. Pending loss, leaving behind, his two most loving companions -- his furries and his beloved kitties. Being clipped by a tractor trailer. Locally moving from one place to another. Finding God. Going to Church for the first time since 1974. Office Conference. Office meetings. Office routines gone awry. And more, but smaller in stress value.

February, March, April and half of May PoBoy visited the depths of depression. It's not a nice place to visit. Since mid May, PoBoy has been inching himself upwards out of that pit. It's the only thing PoBoy could not do alone. So he has saught out help.

PoBoy does not believe in "pill popping" and to be honest he rarely takes even an aspirin although it is prescribed for him. Awwww! That stubborn PoBoy.

He has been to see a counselor who noted his suffering. He was suppose to begin seeing the counselor last week and this week but because of emergencies and mis-communication he has yet to have appointment number one. Monday he is scheduled to see the counselor. Isn't strange how so many emotions are interlocked together. Let's just take one of the culprits, frustration. Frustration seems to lead to fear and anger. Fear brings with it doubts, and all the things that might go wrong. Loss of positive thinking. Everything dark and dreary. To combat that, PoBoy's body seems to have gotten stuck in the anger mode. Angry at the world. Angry at people around him. Angry at everyone and everything. Only his friends, both would be and current on his blog help to maintain his sanity. Maybe its true that writing forces the mind to concentrate and make visible the horror's that he is about to confront.

Thank you for being there through these trying times. PoBoy appreciates it. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.