Millyrose informed me this evening that ‘WE’ could probably start hiding our own Easter Eggs this coming Spring........I’m pretty sure that the ‘we’ didn’t really include her but was meant solely for me.....and the truth is, she’s prob’ly right. She usually is. I blame it on the drugs but since I don ‘t really trust my own judgment in so many areas today, it could be most anything. But, I still blame it on the drugs. Like the aging hippies and baby boomers who ingested too many recreational drugs, I’m inhabiting a sort of different world today. And I don't even have the fun of recreational drugs to blame.
I have determined that driving during chemo week and the ‘tired’ week that follows is prob’ly not a good idea. That was softly pointed out to me by my friend, Nick, the retired cop. Can y' imagine? 70 years old and taking advice from an old cop on the dangers in driving while stoned. On the third week, the good week, I should be good to go.
That’d be November 12th, which will be midway in my chemotherapy. So by December, I should have my fourth treatment and be two thirds of the way. With any luck, I’ll be finished in February and mayhap my hair will begin growing back in March. I don’t look like Telly Savalas altho’ my son did give me a bag of lollipops to go with my bald pate, and I can’t remember the last time I shaved my face. Almost as smooth as a babys watchamacallit. Well, not quite but pretty darn smooth for an old fart on the downhill side.
Britney Spears released a new album on the same day that a bunch’a old farts that call themselves ‘The Eagles’ released their first album in about 35 years and Denny Crane said, “hope springs a kernel.”
Capt. Kirk rules..............David
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