It’s always the same in the end
Mar. 2nd, 2026 01:08 pmSome streams of light in an otherwise empty room.
1) I saw my first Seattle Mariners game of the year. I normally don’t watch spring training but this year‘s different. I’m not just looking forward to baseball. This year I NEED it.
2) West Side Story on TCM last night. I sang along to all the songs as I normally do. I tried dancing along as well, but my pirouettes looked sloppy. Probably because of the weight of the wheelchair holding me down.
3) on the way to the hospital today, Chris Oombookoo then Nigerian taxi driver had on some random pop station. Very few things in life will make you smile like a Nigerian guy singing “Run To You” by Bryan Adams through a thick African accent.
I’m at the cafeteria in the hospital right now, having a salad. My meeting with the tow doctor is in 30 minutes. We will discuss what our best path moving forward is. I don’t know if we will make a final decision on whether or not to execute the Lil’ Piggy Who Went to Market. Regardless of the decision, I will deal with it as I do everything… on my own terms. Really, what more can I do? Obviously I am hoping for the best, though.
O
This time I am hoping for the best x 10,000. I need something, anything to give us a reason to smile after Erica and I received some devastating news over the weekend. The black clouds were hanging over me is about to produce a swath of tornadoes.
1) I saw my first Seattle Mariners game of the year. I normally don’t watch spring training but this year‘s different. I’m not just looking forward to baseball. This year I NEED it.
2) West Side Story on TCM last night. I sang along to all the songs as I normally do. I tried dancing along as well, but my pirouettes looked sloppy. Probably because of the weight of the wheelchair holding me down.
3) on the way to the hospital today, Chris Oombookoo then Nigerian taxi driver had on some random pop station. Very few things in life will make you smile like a Nigerian guy singing “Run To You” by Bryan Adams through a thick African accent.
I’m at the cafeteria in the hospital right now, having a salad. My meeting with the tow doctor is in 30 minutes. We will discuss what our best path moving forward is. I don’t know if we will make a final decision on whether or not to execute the Lil’ Piggy Who Went to Market. Regardless of the decision, I will deal with it as I do everything… on my own terms. Really, what more can I do? Obviously I am hoping for the best, though.
O
This time I am hoping for the best x 10,000. I need something, anything to give us a reason to smile after Erica and I received some devastating news over the weekend. The black clouds were hanging over me is about to produce a swath of tornadoes.