For those of you who have written, thanks for your thoughts and prayers.
The doctors, in their infinite wisdom have decided that I can go on living… albeit with certain restrictions. So now I am faced with the age old distinction between life for life's sake, and/or quality of life.
I mean… no cigarettes (or cigars), no alcohol, and absolutely no food that tastes good. (I've yet to find anything that tastes better without salt). Not to mention what all the meds do to the old libido. Where's the quality in that?
I know. I know.
"But you're alive," they tell me.
"And you call this living?" is my almost automatic reply.
Just so you know, I'm still trying to figure out the answer to that one. I mean, I'm better off than some (see cmsix, for example), so maybe I should just quit grousing and start writing.
Speaking of cmsix, it was great to hear from him again (via his March 31, 2014 blog post). I just finished re-reading his story, "John and Argent" and it's still one of my all-time favorites. If you get the chance, drop him a quick line to wish him well and tell him to get off his ass and finish SOMETHING! (Personally, I'd like to read more of his story called 'Depression', but truthfully, I like them all).
As for the next book of Second Time Through , I cannot say when it will get here. However, I am definitely feeling much better and I'm hoping that the light I see at the end of the tunnel is not the 4:45 Express from Gate City.
To all who voted for my story in the Clitorides Awards, a heartfelt thank you. First place in "Do-Over" and third place overall is not too shabby.
Phil