April

I haven't forgotten about this blog and I definitely haven't forgotten about Bonnie Root (previous here and here–that’s her on a recent Mentalist rerun) or emotional barfing (the Silicon Valley premiere provided a scene, as did last night’s Justified with a verbal description about what resulted from shooting a feral pig four times as a kid), I just have too much to do that involves writing not here, and to some degree use (some might say abuse) Facebook for things I might typically post here. That’s private and this is public, so it’s different. I think blogs like this are for longer things no one wants to read, as opposed to Facebook with shorter things that five people want to read.

My hands have turned bright blue twice in the past three months, once the palm, once the knuckles, which may or may not be a source of concern. The obvious diagnosis is Reynaud’s, but my hands don’t go cold or numb or turn white. I’ve been referred to a rheumatologist, the kind of doctor that deals with those un-diagnosable auto-immune diseases that only women seem to get. I would not be surprised if it was rheumatoid arthritis, not old person arthritis, even though I'm not aware of anyone in my family who has that.

Here is a new one: "middle old age." That translates to 65, by the way.