A date, we has one. The sawbones-i called and told us they're ready to slice 'n dice. They want me to come down and spill my guts, so to speak, on Friday 5/15, and to steal Beethoven away from me.
As a kind of ridiculous obsession, aka a hobby, I tend to build things like outrigger sailing canoes. Also, I like to go hang out in the wilderness, primitive camping and backpacking, and commune with the little pagan Gods: Fodos-Intuhsus, Dzerminh A-Tshon, Trancpirei Tsin, Graeviti, Phrtilliti, Laiyph, and Groath.
There's a 5-day canoe trail here through an old-growth swamp. With doctors talking about how I might come out of this all weak and crooked, it'd be easy to go all maudlin and say “This might be my last chance to ever do this”—OH, what a GREAT EXCUSE! I'll so use that. At noon,
Imma take this boat
put it in this river,
and be content with the life of this world like there's no tomorrow.