I don’t want to be one of those old men who goes on and on about his various ailments. But if I disappear suddenly, I’m sure some of you will want to know why.
Tomorrow I go to Dr. No. 6–or is it 5? or 7? Can’t keep track–and the next day, another one.
I’ve got to get my hip replaced. Several people who’ve had it have told me it’s no problem, I’ll be fine when I wake up, bob’s your uncle.It’s hard for me to believe this. I have a superstitious fear of dying.
And our internet has been on strike most of this morning, so I went out and had a cigar. There won’t be any cigars, where I’m going.
