Gesture to the Declining Sun, 41st Day of Autumn, 525 M.E. (Betelgeuse): I'm afraid I have some bad news to share for those of you who dislike this blog and want to see it end soon. I just got the test results back from yesterday's physical exam and it looks like I'm healthy as a horse and am going to live at least a few years longer. Impermanence is swift, but I don't see this blog ending any time soon,  at least because of my own mortality.

My WBC, RBC, MCV, MCH, MCHC, RDW, and MPV, whatever they are, are all within the normal range. So is my hemoglobin and my hemoglobin A1C. My glucose levels remain within the normal range for the third consecutive reading after adventures in the elevated zone in 2023 and early 2024. Cholesterol, triglycerides, HDL, and LDL, the bane on many an elderly amerikan, are all normal. No hep C. Finally, my PSA levels are also normal, so my benign prostate hyperplasia seems to be remaining benign.

Of course, I could get hit by a truck tomorrow morning. Some rabid Charlie Kirk fanatic might shoot me in the face for not sufficiently loving his lord and savior, that is, Charlie (not Christ, although I'm not a big fan of him either). The inevitable global thermonuclear annihilation could occur any time (Russian drones are invading Polish airspace). But barring any of those or similar events, it looks like I've still got a few years left in me, and this blog will continue.

Why do I now feel like I just put some sort of huge jinx on myself?