Wednesday, November 27, 2024

     Now, with puddles in the streets, the birds ignore the birdbath in the garden. They finally have many choices.

     I learn if I am lying in bed not sleeping most of the night, I am useless the following day. I am unfocused and lack the incentive to take out the garbage or wash the dirty dishes. I just lie on the couch hoping the magic of sleep returns.

     Each morning, I scan the NYT’s obituary articles looking for age and cause of death.  Sometimes I read the story of the dead person’s life. Never see death by bladder cancer. Why? Where is my tribe of bladder cancer people? I am told we don’t die from this cancer. The cancer cells escape to our other vital organs and kills us. So the treatment is to isolate and kill the cancer in the bladder. Sometimes successfully and sometimes not. Sigh.

     I start another John Green youth novel, PAPER TOWNS.  He is so easy to read and has a real story to tell. I order wrapping paper and ribbons in preparation for the holidays. Thank you Amazon.