Photography Thinks
Got a haircut and beard trim. Better to look good than to feel good at this point, while I still do and can. Barber said he was tired of working, considering retirement as he approached 70.
“I’m 71,” I replied.
“You don’t look 71,” he responded, shocked, taking a second look at the mirror to make sure his guess was based on actual appearance and not just a good natured compliment.
“What does 71 look like?”
Remission isn’t an option.
Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.
For the rest of my life, however long that may be. Take a guess. Three pill @ day. $12,000 @ month, partially covered. Sharon has confidence in the process and faults herself for being unable to make it better. Just very sad to have let her down once again. But, I will keep trying.
Choices I don’t have to make. Just getting my nails done, simple. Clip. Push the cuticles. Hand massage. Buff. No polish. Nothing to bite. Done.
