Pancake Addiction in SSF

Given my latest moonlighting schedule, I am enjoying a stop at I-HOP on my way to the bunkhouse between 3 and 4 a.m. PDT.

This Thursday, I met a delightful quartet of young adults (they just happened to be black: The lone male reminded me of Jimmy Walker of “Good Times” and one of the women also had family back home in Indiana). Our two tables were the only ones occupied and Patty gave us all terrific service.

Later today I have appointments with two psychiatrists. Imagine at least one of them will recommend therapy or some pill to rid myself of my newly acquired pancake addiction before dawn.

Is there PA meetings scheduled somewhere?