I cannot look. I’m not even going to peek. In fact, I’ve got my head in the sand…like an ostrich. I”ll admit to doing a lot of that as of late. It’s the only way I can get through some days. Like what to do with my man-child son living in the basement. Sigh. I used to fret a great deal over my chicken-shit approach to confrontations and the like. I’ve mellowed considerably.  Really I have!  I don’t even beat myself up nearly as much as I used to.  It takes so much energy to dwell on all the uncomfortable stuff, so much of which I cannot change anyway. Besides, I’m a Libra; we abhor confrontation, striving for peace on all levels.  So the…