The board owner over at CG (my “boss”) had a heart attack the other night, and those were the clues he gave off to his wife. That’s some scary shit. He’ll be fine, should be home by Sunday, according to his wife. But I guarantee, he never saw this coming.

Why do we think we’re invincible until something horrible happens to us? Or is it more of live life the way we want because you never know when it might just be over? I think for me it’s the latter. I try to live a healthy-ish life. I don’t smoke, only drink occasionally, but my diet could be better and I certainly don’t get enough exercise (except my finger muscles, they’re in extraordinary shape from all this typing…) I know I can do better, but I don’t. Maybe because I could suffer though eating all that tofu and lettuce, get myself all sweaty and in pain from working out, then get hit by a bus outside my house.

I know, lousy excuse. But I’m not the only one. I have a friend with a serious medical issue who routinely ignores her doctor’s advice, or doesn’t even seek it out. It’s not because she doesn’t know better, so why?

The top item on my todo list today, find a ridiculously crazy get well card, then write a mushy note in it for Coastal.