Sunday, February 8, 2026

     What about the old broken water bed, hidden in the basement for decades. No one is admitting to this relic of the past. I guess an old waterbed is better than a dead animal. The two guys and a truck load up piles of stuff in their pick up truck and drive away.

     After a few days of confusion, I am now feeling unshackled. I am free to do anything after years of chemo and immunotherapy treatments hovering over me. Maybe just a transitory feeling. A good feeling.

     I talk on the cell phone with friends about their current medical conditions.  My favorite topic. But it is time for new topics. Most of my friends don’t want to talk about politics and ICE. Need to develop new interests.

     The last couple of New Yorker articles are really interesting.   I am just about finished with THERE ARE RIVERS IN THE SKY, a really wonderful novel. Started watching LONG WAY AROUND, the first filmed motorcycle ride with those two young guys riding from London to New York through Europe and Asia and Russia.