I woke up Wednesday to one of the worst sicknesses I’ve had in more than ten years.

I spent 96 hours, give-or-take, between the couch and the bed, with weird, brief media breaks.

I wrote my resignation (beautifully, I might add), steeled myself and said, “Now, now, the best are still ahead of us, likesay,” and turned the corner healthwise sometime after Saturday afternoon. 

I woke up Sunday, had coffee with my wife, and remembered that there is only so much time in these flesh bags. I time-capsuled my quittin’ papers for the time being, and went back to looking for more Things to Learn.

Each day is a gift. I’ll unwrap them accordingly while powering my heart and mind. 

Join me?

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