When I was in college I regularly would drive down to my folks’ place in San Diego. I can’t tell you how many times late on a Friday night I would be driving down the Freeway with my car door open watching the lane markers slowly go by as I was essentially driving blind in a thick coastal fog. It was actually damn scary.
Have you ever wandered deep into the woods on a dark and moonless night only to stop suddenly, realizing that you had no idea where you were or if you were about to step into a prairie dog hole and break your leg only to be found three-days later half-eaten by drooling carnivores and nibbled on by ubiquitous insects.
Heavy fog is much like the black of night.
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Did you miss me? Probably not but I’ve been away for several weeks. Here’s the thing about getting old: It Sucks!
It all started with a little fever, some disorientation and weakness, and eventually a spinning fall in the dark which left me on the floor in great pain. After a rainy ambulance ride to the hospital I ended up flat on my back with a fracture in my lower back. Oh, I also had pneumonia and was entering septic shock.
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Settling in to Florida, despite the Hurricane, Black-Out, and landing in the Eleventh Ring of Hell where they deny Internet access. I guess I wasn’t too busy this last weekend so they hauled me off to the hospital for another bout of pneumonia.
Note to Hillary: You’re a better man than I am!
It’s only been a couple of days but I’m completely thrown off for the remainder of the month. Despite all that quiet-time lying in a hospital bed, I couldn’t read, and now that I am home with all the oxygen and pills, I still haven’t been able to focus enough to read … maybe I should poke around for a steamy jungle fever adventure to re-start the engines.