Went to the doctor today to get my PSA check up. . . results on Tuesday.

Nice reminder of my own mortality.

A surprising number of good-looking women at the hospital today, but it occurred to me that hospitals probably aren't the best place in the world to meet women.

On the one hand, they can see that you take care of yourself, but on the other hand, they're wondering what's wrong with you.

And of course, you're wondering what horrible malady has got then in there seeking treatment.

Best just to let the nurse take some blood, pee in the cup, and go back to work.