Today is one of those days, if you know what I mean. Maybe it was finding the arroyo covered in fog when I arose, or news we've received from back in Brooklyn.
On one hand, I have gotten the results of some lab tests, which from what the doctor and Donna tell me are looking good. There was some concern, but we won't know everything until I have several procedures done next Friday. All more than you need or care to know, I'm sure.
It will have been twenty years ago this year that my father passed away. He was sixty years old when he died from cancer. I'm going to be fifty-seven later this year and I can't help but begin thinking of my own mortality.
I promise to try to lighten up in later posts here and over at Shot's Shack.