I'm feeling the traditional Festivus ceremony coming on; id est, the airing of grievances (cf. Seinfeld, sp. Frank Costanza). Whatever the outcome, things will definitely change after our next family pow-wow, and I'm steeling my resolve; it'll probably happenin the new year (precise schedules have yet to be set). I will have my counselor there as a support appendage (that's not the right word, but it's close enough to give you the flavor), centering entity.
I will update all y'all as to the progress of my struggle to regain my liberty (P. Henry, H.W. Beecher), and hopeful resurrection (again inapt phraseology, but in the scent of the flavor).