my semiannual encounter with the medical profession has passed, and it seems that I am ok on top (Dentist, yesterday) and OK in the middle- at least until they get the bloodwork back- but they want to jam something up my keister- though, thankfully, not to subsequently break it off like so many others have done. I do not have the unreasoning fear that others do about having something inserted in their ass. I’m confident I’m not going to enjoy it, or become gay, nor do I expect it to be horrid. If you examine some of the cable I’ve laid over my career- some of it was actually unflushable- a 1/2″ diameter camera isn’t that big a damned deal.

So that’s on my horizon- and though I wish I could get it over with right off, I doubt I’ll be able to prior to the end of the year. So “Happy new year! Spread ’em!”.