Yesterday I went to the local store and sold my soul to the pharmacist for the “good drugs” that are now kept behind the counter. In return for a little legal cold medicine, I had to show my drivers license and sign my name to a form that showed how much I bought of what and where and when. I didn’t have to sign in blood, but I’m sure that could have been arranged.

I know this is all to keep bad people from making bad drugs out of the good drugs. I know that. I’m not complaining. Much.

Fortified with good drugs, tea and kleenex, I spent yesterday feeling sorry for myself. When I was awake, that it. I spent a lot of yesterday sleeping. Today I still have a fever, but enough cold medicine, tea and kleenex to tide me thought for another day, I think.

This morning I learned of the death of a long-time colleague who I have known for many years and through a couple of different employers. He died suddenly at work, and leaves behind a family with three children and many saddened coworkers.

When #1 Son left for school this morning, I gave him a big hug and told him how much I loved him. And I plan on telling all my friends the same thing, as soon as I can risk contact without spreading my germs. And you should all do that too! Life is so short and might be over when we least expect it.

May we all live as though every moment is our last.