Reflections on Ruining my Diet
I'm through well over half of my Seventy Second year, and wondering how much more mileage I have left in the old bones. My brother is just past Eighty, and he almost died from complications of COVID. The sad thing is, I think he wanted to die, but his relatives insisted that it wasn't his time to go yet, and so I think, begrudgingly, he decided to live. His criteria for dying was that he didn't want it to be his fault. And this wasn't, since his brother-in-law had arrived from Arizona with COVID and breathed all over him, and he developed the disease and a long time after started throwing clots. It was a harrowing struggle for his wife to get him to the hospital, and the hospital managed to keep him alive. He very nearly died. That's the trouble with being old. People want you to live, and that's not always first in your thoughts. I've been thinking of what I've been eating for the last month, and this being just after the Christmas Season, I'v