No day but today

Monday night, my cousins and cousin-in-law took me to see "Rent" at the Nederlander Theatre in Manhattan.
It was an excellent choice of show because it's set in the East Village -- one of the nation's great neighborhoods -- and was written at an East Village fixture and one of my favorite restaurants, Life Cafe, just across 10th Street from Tompkins Square Park at Avenue B.

The theme of the show is "No day but today," which I thought quite fitting considering events in my life, mostly health related, over the past six years.

On this last full day I'll spend at home before surgery (I head to my sister and brother-in-law's place in Manhattan tomorrow afternoon), I hope finally to get my housecleaning done. There's no day but today (but that's what I said yesterday and the day before ...).

I've been getting good nights' sleep lately, and my spirits are strong. I'm not afraid, though apprehension likely will set in tomorrow and Thursday morning. I would be a strange bird indeed if it didn't.

The surgeon gave me a prescription for valium, which may come in handy tomorrow night (though I slept like a baby the night before my last surgery, in 2005).

I would like to thank my blog friends and my relatives for the wonderful e-mails I've been receiving wishing me well, and I thank everyone for keeping me in their thoughts.

I'm not looking forward to Thursday, but I'm looking forward to Friday.

I hope to make one more blog post sometime tomorrow before I knock off for a few days.

Thanks again!