Click images for desktop size: "Urizen" by William Blake Tonight I walked 7.4 miles (per MapQuest) It was hot and I was drenched in sweat but I have a dog you see so I couldn't stop).
I still like those moments when the sweat is burning into your eyes and you shake your head and see the spray like a true heavenly aura surrounding you . . .
Of course it used to take more than just a walk to make it happen.
It took me about two hours . . . Sneer if you want but it was a feat!
About two miles from home my body got this creepy (even though familiar) electric thing going. It's like my whole body is a tooth with and amalgam filling and the air is tinfoil.
It's not fun. I've done more recognized things but walking through that sort of intense bodily invasion felt heroic.
When I approached the final hill to the house the iPod kicked into "This Must Be Love" by Alkaline Trio. It's not appropriate or anything but it felt like a reward.
It felt like my silly walks with Ethel, those life and death marathons we plundered in order to just survive.
Even with the new puppy, whom I love more dearly every day I still think fondly of Ethel, my little dog.
In fact I've called my puppy by almost every name of every dog I've ever loved, so you know how special this puppy has to be.
Tomorrow morning -work.
Tomorrow afternoon - The oncology department. More blood tests . . .
I figure they'll tell me that I died 6 weeks ago. Which would be cool because I'm still standing and feeling feisty.
(Feisty? Isn't that like a word your grandfather uses?)
I think that would mean that I'm immortal or the living dead . . . either way I think that's very cool.

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