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Friday November 28, 2014

Functioning at about 80%. The infected index finger on my left hand has yet to fully heal and, ruefully, the knuckle above it is swollen, angry red and a bit painful. I picked up my 20 antibiotic pills this morning (sulfameth/trimethoprim) to be taken twice a day. Took one at noon and will take one at bedtime. No more wine or sips of vodka till all is clear. Infections that travel are scary.

Feel funky. The infection plus the fitness-debilitating effects of old age preys upon my mind that begins to think a lot more about the incineration of my “precious” body (pending cremation as I approach the end-of-the-line)that will return me to the dust from whence I came. A doctor friend, Tom Cook, my age, just died and it’s a happening that is very sobering, causing me to reflect a lot re my mortality. Like I said in one of my books, it’s no fun knowing you have the Grim Reaper sitting on one shoulder and a Mortician on the other one.

A wise king once said regarding setback that “It too shall pass” and I have quoted him innumerable times. But, like another great king said, it is inevitable that “All good things must come to an end.”

I can truly say I don’t fear death. (I’m tempted to quote Woody Allen here who said “I just don’t want to be there when it happens”) But, my primary concern relates to wife May who is approaching 63 come July 1. We have a large home that takes at least two people to maintain, and I hope I can hang in there for a few more years to help her do it. It’s a bit depressing to think I’m only 6 1/2 years from being 100, dead or alive!!!

Enough of the morbid stuff. Tell me, why didn’t the skeleton go to the dance? Because it had no-body to go with. Tell that one to your kids!

Will be back tomorrow, God willing,
fts