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January 5, 2007

1.5.07

You wake up today and discover you have a new ability.

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PSA

It’s been three years. The doctor had said two to four years, so maybe I’m not behind, not by his schedule anyway. But it seems like forever.

This morning, like all the others, I try to get my exercises and stretching in before I get up. I think I like to get it over with early. It’s another reminder. A reminder of the cancer and of all I’ve lost. When you’re relatively young impotence equals divorce. I can’t blame her, but I miss her.

Today however is a day to celebrate. Today, on morning number 1,172 -- I’m dry.

Posted by: kasac at January 5, 2007 12:26 PM · Permalink

Dreams of odd shapes, strange creatures filled with odd music plauged Rav. He sought console for what he was experiencing nightly and he was told to pray harder daily.

He eliminated anything he thought might be influencing him from cheese to television before bed.

In the last dream he felt himself able to fly over the roofs of all the odd buildings below him. This time he woke up refreshed and raring to go.

He felt full of hmself and walked to the small porch outside his council flat. He felt himself fly as he plummted to his death, smiling.

Posted by: Andrew Ian Dodge at January 5, 2007 1:23 PM · Permalink