The pit is a horrendous place to be in. That is where I am now, stuck fast in a quagmire, not sinking further but unable to escape from its gluey clutches either. It is not that things are coming apart for me. On the contrary, the pieces are falling into place just as I would have wanted. My predicament is that all fell onto my lap at the same time in a tangled and chaotic mass. They are all there for my taking as soon as I can unravel them. All that is holding me down is the irony of getting everything that I had wished for.