So I get this upgraded “toy” – I call it a toy, but it’s not a toy (not at that price) – and the weather has not cooperated with me one bit yet. It’s sitting in its case begging to fly.
“Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away.”
– Frank Sinatra
The flowers in church last Sunday were in my name. It’s was a crazy overwhelming feeling. I’ve always heard them mention that the flowers were in other names, but this time it was me! Thank you.
On another note, it’s weird to hear what people are saying in terms of my recent surgery. On some levels it’s become a bit over-exaggerated. I think, in some circles, I almost died. It’s a bit Ferris Beuller-ish.
I can say, without hesitation, that the reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.