Mage Bailey of Postcards blog left a note on Monday's post about where I might have been when no story appeared here as is usually routine on Wednesday.
Gilda Radner's Roseanne Roseannadanna character used to say in the early days of Saturday Night Live, "It's always something" and maybe Ms. Radner didn't live long enough (she died in 1989 at age 42) to learn that that is especially true of old people. I was in the hospital again. Another internal bleed. Lots of excellent care and a new skill: I now know how to give myself an injection.
I arrived home last night too late to pull together a proper post but I'm typing this early Friday morning so not to alarm anyone with another extended absence. I am fine, no worries please and maybe let's use today's comments section below as an open forum - we've never done that before. So, anything you'd like to say about anything related - even vaguely so - to growing old.
And I'll be back here on Monday with a further explanation, some of what I learned over my four-day hospital stay that also relates to what it's really like to get old.