I hope you are doing as well as you can be in this imperfect world of ours.
I’ve been in and out of here due to medical issues. I’ve had six surgeries this year. Ugh. I have one more I need to schedule. I’m hoping that this will be put off until next year although with the symptoms I am having that makes it apparent that I have a problem, I don’t think so.
It seems to me as I head off to another birthday which gets me nearer to becoming a pile of ashes in an urn, that my body is racing to get there. My brain/intellect screams NO! I’m not ready. At this point, my body seems to be winning. You all know me and know that I will not go until I say it’s time to go.
I don’t fear dying. I’m rather looking forward to it so that I can find out once and for all, “Is there life after death?” It would be great if I could figure out a way to let you all know that there is or isn’t. I could be an irritating fly that is demanding your attention. How I communicate with you would be a conundrum though. Maybe I could fly on the letters of a typing keyboard?
Nah, that wouldn’t work. You would be so busy trying to swat me that you wouldn’t know that there was a pattern to my stopping and going. What if you swatted me before I could show you my pattern? Then there would be a new begging question, “Is there life after death of a fly?”
Please be patient with me. I am going to stop for now. I will soon have enough strength to give you a decent article in here.