One has to worry about mortality on a day like today. I have chest pains and aches again. I can barely write to keep the posts going. I can’t afford a doctor’s visit before Friday. I also can’t afford to be hospitalized again or to be put on insulin, both real possibilities. I really can’t even afford to just drop dead. Maybe the villain is just a man in a rubber mask. But probably not. Time will tell. Should I survive, I would like to write about the cartoonist Winsor McCay and the filmmaker Stanley Kubrick. There is writing to be done. So, I really can’t have a heart attack today. Reschedule it. That’s the ticket.