I know that the next month or so is going to be difficult for me. I can also see the sun is but a few degrees from the horizon. So, too, I see a few of my friends here walking away from me. From everyone.

But, hell's bells, it ain't over til it's over. And who knows? Maybe my voyage to the bottom of the sea will take another 20 years? Or, maybe, before I entertain the waiting physicians with my insides, I get hit by a falling icicle or some wayward drunk driver?

Well, if you don't see me posting here for a while, there's two possibilities for that. Either I no longer exist or I seriously don't feel like posting, the latter being changeable.

The docs tell me that my chances of continuing to continue are very good. So, yeah, I'll probably be back here boring you all with odd bits of useless information about Drew's adventures as Fire Starter. I'll probably confuse you terribly when I try to explain the inexplicable insanity about Gimwinkles.

Long live little Suzanne Somers. I love Her first 14 years.