At times today I felt my own mortality a little more keenly than usual. For one thing, having my blood drawn in the lab this morning seemed like the beginning of a long-term relationship with those lab techs. I can always hope it will end there, with a hundred percent positive report, but I doubt that will happen. Iím not exactly the happy optimist when it comes to things like this. Iíve been waiting for the bad news all day, even though (a) I donít know that there is any bad news, and (2) itís too soon for the results.
But in general, Iíve been feeling older and more broken down, and all these doctor visits have got me thinking about things in ways I managed to avoid for a long time. Now I can see myself slowing down. Iíve been thinking I must be getting lazier (if possible) these days, but Iím not sure thatís the whole story. I think Iím less motivated to keep working long hours because my body wears out more easily now. Not to mention my mind.
Iíll tell you what helps. Going back about thirty years helps a lot, and I did that today. I discovered that Bobby Ocean, who was a Bay Area radio personality for a long time, has a show on XM radioís seventies channel. It was almost as good as hearing Bobby Daleís pool party show from the old KEWB, but I guess going back forty years would be asking too much. I was a little more well-adjusted when I was in my twenties than I was in high school anyway.