The Governor is NOT Going to Call

"You are what you is, and that's all it 'tis" -- Frank Zappa --

The old feelings of urgency have returned with a vengeance. I had hoped that the baseball season would give me a long reprieve, a chance to catch my breath and regain my equilibrium before pushing forward. Well, it worked for about six weeks, not the six months I'd counted on. Just more proof that this is really who I am (like I needed convincing).

With that urgency has come an increased desire to take hormones, or at least a T-blocker. OTC, of course. No need to get a doctor involved yet. I've discussed it with my therapist and a 360 friend. Much mystery remains for me.

Fear, as usual, holds me back for now. The biggest concern is detection. For instance, before starting, I'd need some assurance that the, ahem, Good Humor Man doesn't become Mr. Softee. Not that I would mind, but the wife would go ballistic. It's her favorite part of me, I guess.

There's probably nothing out there that will give me the subtle good feeling I'm looking for without affecting The Unit. I need to do more research, and any personal experiences shared would be welcomed. Herbs, Estroven, efficacy, side effects? Spill, girls...

Leslie in charge of my days and my nights. Dead guy walking.