I was filling Marlo’s and my CPAP tanks and I was running a mental inventory of what was happening on Wednesday, when my brain turned to what I’d put in The Boy’sTM lunch in the morning. That’s nothing new. And it led me on a windy (‘wh-eye-ndy‘) train of thought. Remembering that Woodsworth middle school…

Brandy, our family poodle, was 11 when he was hit by a truck in Tillsonburg. I wasn’t there to say goodbye. That always bothered me. It took me over 15 years to allow a new pet in my life. He was a stray kitten my nephews had named Tigger. They couldn’t care for him properly,…

Tonight, I discovered just how much I dislike the feeling of crumbling feta cheese on my fingertips. This will be my fifty-sixth rotation around the sun later this year, and only now am I learning this fact about myself. And I believe it to be an important enough discovery to blog about it. Huh. Also…

If nothing else, I’ve retained my ability to mash up bizarre ideas.

It’s been one week since you looked at meCocked your head to the side and said, “I’m angry”Five days since you laughed at meSaying, “Get that together, come back and see me”Three days since the living roomI realized it’s all my fault, but couldn’t tell youYesterday, you’d forgiven meBut it’ll still be two days ’til…

(Continued from “59th Street Bridge Song“) The conclusion to Paul’s Big Cardiac Adventure should be pretty brief. (Ron Howard: “It wasn’t.“) Honestly, not a lot happened after the events of the previous post. After finding out I was staying overnight, they also informed me that I’d be moved from the ICU into the regular Cardiac…

(continued from “ICU, do you see me?“) I got no deeds to do, no promises to keepI’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleepLet the morningtime drop all its petals on meLife, I love you, all is groovy Simon & Garfunkle Normally, if I wake up in the middle of the night needing to take…

(continued from “I’m still here“) I’ll say this. When you’re presenting possible heart failure, the doctors and nurses move fast. Which, of course you want. Seconds matter. I got there when, 7:30 pm? We’ll say 7:30. The hand-off was instantaneous. The paramedics already had my health card, and fortunately I was already in their system…

It’s what I texted my wife in the wee hours Tuesday morning. Some time after the paramedics had taken me to St. Michael’s Hospital. “I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.” It was like an elephant sitting on my chest. At first I thought it was an anxiety attack. But there was no trigger. I…

Oh! It’s not just an earworm. There’s an idea here. A spark. My brain is trying to tell me something. It’s telling me to get ready. Get ready to write.