I ended up doing it anyway, I guess. I’ve been busy. I went to a major league baseball game with my grandsons, who were actually pretty good and didn’t generate any blood, dislocations, or concussions, despite sitting through a rain delay. The Rangers lost and missed a 4-game sweep in a sloppy game, but eh…they’re rolling. Other than that, I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished a hell of a lot.

I get my 90-day scan today to see what the latest is with the cancer. Considering how I feel notionally human, including drinking beer regularly & eating whatever I want, things I wasn’t sure would ever happen again, I’m prepared for a horrific report. No, I’m not prepared, impossible to be. I remain optimistic, and realistic, and we’ll see. I know I will be having some cool ones to temper, in the words of John Kennedy Toole, “my nerbs.”

I also took a week off partly because generating content over rural cellular service, the 21st century equivalent of 300 baud dial-up, is bloody well painful in this here age of endless javascript loading up six social networking site feeds so you can see what the rest of the world is dribbling out and drooling over. Speaking of which, does it irritate no one else that sports, live sports, regularly devotes time away from the live sport you’ve tuned in to watch in order to have a hairdo read 140-character messages, which are also helpfully displayed on the screen, from the idiot masses about that sporting event? No? I guess it’s just me.