A RAINY DAY

It has not been an easy day here in raint Victoria. The Olympic flame is in town and since we live just afew blocks from the Legislature we have been boxed in with tv crews and security. I have been taking a detour via teh coast road every time I leave teh house. While pretty and inspiring it is very tiem consuming.
THIS MORNING I REALIZED I HAD TO TAKE SERIOUSLY TEH MISSING TAX REABTE CHECK FOR $1700! I looked all over teh various piles of mail in teh house and eventually found teh envelope and check stub, no check however, at least it wasnt teh Federal refund I thought a sthat was teh big one. So I called my accountatnts offcie and fessed up to my loass, ok they said just email the State of Michigan and after going through a bunch of hoops you will get yoru rebate in 3 or 4 montsh time.
Then I was off to the dentist for the third time in a week. I had a filling doen and now I am in constant pain but we can't figure out wheich tooth it is. Meantime I am on hefty doses of painkilelr that are turning me into a Zombie. Then i rushed hoe to pay the lady who cleans our house and headed back out via the long detour to see my family doctor. because of a slow recovery froma bad boyt of ppneumonia last year I have been seeing lots of specialists and teh cardiologist was sure she had teh answer, clogged arteries. Today was teh big day when i would get teh reults of the CAT Scan of my heart. Amazingly I hit the one in four chance that teh original stress test results had been a false psitive, Hurrah! What a relief to hear i did not ahve carbon depoits clogging my arteries and would not be needing a artery reaming job.
Until i got this news I was not fully aware of how scared shitless I really felt about all this. Though i had put a copy of my Life Insurance on my wife's desk a coupel of days back and had been planning to send her an email with advice how to us ethe $300,000 check in eth event of my demise. I was also thinking fo various tasks, liek finding taht missing tax rebate check, that i shoudl undertake before being called in to get my angioplasty done.
I remeber this guy i used to get supervision from twenty plus years ago when I was in grad school and how he looke dreally pasty and had to have this same procedure and how he disappereaed for a whiel to recover. Scary stuff, worse still a friend who has had a couple of heart surgeries told me he wasnt so sure this even works that well in teh long term.
Anyhow here I am witha healthy ticker calling my younger brotehr and telling him he can cancel plans toa ttend my funeral. at leats for a while and making plans to walk a half marathon with hime next year. It feels good beneath teh patina of teh two Tylenol 3s I took an hour or two back that have me falling off my set chair as I write.