I somehow couldn’t find it in myself to post this yesterday. Dr. No. 2 thought it likely I might live for five more years. Oh, boy.
Meanwhile, everybody I know says I look so much better than I did some months ago. I wish I could see that.
If God decides to save me, then that’s that: He will. I would like to finish the books I’d planned to write. I would like to see the Democrat Party go down like a house of cards. Is there even a remote possibility that we’ll ever go fishing again? (What did I do with our outboard motor?)
Get back to work as soon as I can. And pray.