The Things We Do For Love

(Looks like the AI got it right this time, yeah?)

Getting old is no picnic, but I’d still rather be old than dead.

In other words, yesterday I took my first dose of a med that costs just shy of $18,000/month – after a test last month that cost the same told me I needed it.

Don’t worry, this time around I’m not wasting energy by merely sighing. Laughing Eagle’s gotta fly.



It’s Only Fiction, Yeah?

(found on the interwebs)

I hesitate to admit it, but the only way I can deal with the above is to throw myself into “whew, it’s only fiction” mode even though I know that in all likelihood I’m lying to myself.