Well yea, I’m not that old but I feel like it today. I think that this cold is ganging up with my chemo side effects to produce the perfect storm. I’ll survive but am a mess today.

Maryka sent this lovely poem which I will put here for your enjoyment and call it good for today:

Let other mornings honor the miraculous.
Eternity has festivals enough.
This is the feast of our mortality,
The most mundane and human holiday…
The new year always brings us what we want
Simply by bringing us along—to see
A calendar with every day uncrossed,
A field of snow without a single footprint.

(Dana Gioia, 1950 – )

I am going to keep walking even though it will be one of those short days. See you tomorrow, love you, Felipe.