Stilton Crazy After All These Years

And a special "thank you" to the makers of Glade air-freshener!

As Mark Twain once famously said, “reports of my death are greatly exaggerated, but I’m starting to wonder if Stilton Jarlsberg is pushing up daisies.” 

Others may have imagined that I had finally taken up involuntary residence in a loony bin - which of course is an outdated and deeply offensive term, now replaced with the more dignified “loony facility.”

Happily, neither of these options is true…though the brochures from the loony facility look pretty darn tempting. The actual truth is that in these weird times, the blog had become just a bit too much for me to handle. 

My last post was in January, commemorating the passing of Scott Adams. I listened to his podcast daily and it was his wit and wisdom that allowed me to have some contact with the news and world events without freaking out (losing Kathy has left me without the ability to cope with much stress).

When Scott Adams died, it largely cut my last umbilical to the outside world and left me untethered. And owing to stringent local leash laws, it turns out that I’m supposed to be tethered at all times and, additionally, not poop on people’s lawns.

But oh, how I’ve missed you! This community has been an important part of my life for a long time and I’d like us to renew our special friendship. So it’s my intent to start posting regularly again, albeit not to talk about the (ahem) “news” which has become so insane that it’s no longer possible to satirize. 

And speaking of insane (he segued deftly), things here on the home front have recently gotten more interesting owing to my recent diagnosis of having autism and ADHD. Mind you, these would be conditions I’ve had my entire life, but weren’t caught (by me, at least) until age 73. This has initiated a lot of introspection about the role these conditions have played in my life, and it can rapidly get pretty overwhelming. It only changes everything.

Moreover, it was long thought that autism and ADHD couldn’t coexist in the same noggin because they’re oppositional conditions: one is overwhelmed by sensory overload, the other seeks novel experiences. One seeks stability, the other seeks entertaining chaos. It’s basically like having a cobra and a mongoose constantly fighting to the death in my brain, unable to agree on anything except that rats make tasty snacks.

Still, I’m the same me I’ve always been, so why quibble over semantics to determine if I’m “quirky” or “certifiable?” Either way, my goal is to again make Stilton’s Place a fun (and safe) place to visit. I hope you’ll again come along for the ride!

My apologies to those of you who lost your bets...