As a recovering psychiatrist I’m obliged to begin by saying that guilt is one of the most destructive forces on the planet. The cure is to always remember that guilt is a choice. Blah, blah, blah. I’m retired so now I think it entirely appropriate to use guilt as a mechanism to manipulate people to satisfy my selfish needs. I knew if I whined enough someone would send me pictures with the book (I never doubted you for a second).

Here’s my amazing publisher Donna with one of the many copies at her disposal. God love her. How she survives dealing with me remains a mystery. She’s one cool customer.

Here’s a great one of 2 psychiatrists, Melanie and Dawn, former colleagues of mine, who decided the psychiatry conference they were attending needed a little injection of humour. It’s extraordinary how supportive they’ve been of my decision to run away. Thanks for everything ladies.

Next, Ben relaxing at his cottage. I’m especially flattered by this one because, according to his husband Nate, Ben hasn’t read a book in 10 years. He tends to lean toward the magazine-toilet combination, which explains his draw to this particular book.

Not to be outdone, Ben’s buddy Boone also had a go. He writes the book review column for the Globe and Mail, so I hope he liked it.

Here’s Kathleen’s little reading corner with a close-up of the best blook ever written.

And, perhaps the pièce de résistance, a pose with 2 of my neighbour Jean-Claude’s most outstanding vintages.

This is the most fun I’ve had with my clothes on. Who am I kidding? I haven’t had fun with my clothes off since middle age set in, too much work trying to keep everything in the right place. Next time I have a real treat for you, real live famous people and the blook, no photoshop required. Stay tuned…

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