It's not like I died or anything... I've just been busy with mundane things. I got my gallbladder removed, I lost 50 pounds, I went to Florida, my car fell apart (literally) while I was in Florida, my brother cheated death again after being on two respirators in intensive care for a month, and Henry the mini-wonder-dog turned one year old.
Oh... and I learned when I'm going to die.
Yes, I found out at the end of April that the actuary tables say that I most likely have another 24.7 good years left before I crap out. Which, if one were to extrapolate that out, brings the date of my anticipated demise to November of 2036. Just in time for the holidays!
So, save the date! With a full 24 years to plan for my little going away soiree, I should be able to go out with a bang!
Now, what to do with the rest of my time...