This post is for those of you who may have added on some years.
In other words, you who have grown older
I have found that it seems thast the older I get the less healthy I become.
I can't decide if that's just a natural progression or an accumulation of illness brought about by the past sins I committed and challenges I foisted on my poor body.
But I know as I've aged it seems I have more and more doctors and more and more visits to keep up with.
When the people in my cardiology office tell me I've got 7 or 8 or 9 years until my Pacemaker's battery will run down and I'll need to have the device changed I think (and sometimes say) "Do you people know how old I am?"
What makes them think I'll live that long?
But I don't want to put you in a dark mood as the sun is finally shining in my town today.
So let me share something another one of my hard-working elves, Comical Carol, provided to me this morning.
It plays on ANOTHER problem with Modern Day (Witchcraft) Medicine.
