Looks like this will be my last chance to post before surgery next Tuesday. It has seemed so far off for so long, I have been able to shove it to the back of my cranium - up until tonight, that is...

Yes, I'm scared. The biggest disappointment in that statement? It means I'm normal. I've bragged my entire life of my uniqueness. Nobody has done nothin' quite like I done somethin' - or something like that...

When words fail me (stop rolling your eyes out there!), I simply quote some of my favorite philosophers, including Popeye, who so famously said, "I yam what I yam." I couldn't have said it better myself. The irony in my operation is that I've finally learned to really love the man I am, instead of obsessing over what I should have or could have or...  Whatever. Whatever I could have been, I am so proud of the man I have become.  happy being me.

Thank you, everyone, for the good wishes, prayers, positive thoughts, affirmations, energy, and time. I will rely on that positivity in my recovery.

Be well, one and all.

Carpe Diem

PS - Special thanks to all that hung out last weekend at My Little House in the Desert, especially April, Grant, Stella, Kenny, and Charley. Charley, thank you for everything. You are just the right kind of crazy.