Twenty-six years ago, 1993, in Ainsworth, B.C. I last indulged myself in something pharmico-chemical, to whit, tetrahydrocannabinol. After verifying that the alterations to awareness that it caused hadn’t changed in the past five years, I said to myself, “Yep, that’s what it felt like. So what!?” and haven’t found the need to repeat the performance. Edie J.’s blessing from February 9, 1989, “I wish you a long, slow recovery”, has been in effect ever since. Almost 32 years without a drink, fully 26 without any mind-altering stuff, and really “getting well” continues to be a slow process.