The Harbinger of Death

Lately I see myself dying right over my spin bike. I just think it is a metaphor that something is about to radically change in my life,  rather than me specifically dying. Although I know that my intuition is uncannily strong. Today when speaking to my friend Debbie, I saw three specific  of her secrets that only she knows. There must be something going on I just know I am not afraid of dying, but living is more like dying than death is.

The Keys to Forgetfulness

There have been some rumblings in my big heart these past few days. I have been lax yet again in taking my beta blocker.  I felt it distinctly when I was about to take off on my group bike ride upstate this past week. I am glad I kept a supply of bystolic handy and that seemed to quell any further episodes. I have been taking intermittently the 5 hour energy product with discretion, because it says it has only the equivalent of a 12 ounce of coffee contained. 

I have to stay vigilant that is clear but it seems the only thing I forget more than my medicine is my keys.