I woke up this morning, and surprisingly, I was not dead.
It matters, at least to me.
I am not afraid to die, but I am not in a hurry to solve the final mystery of my human life. I could definitely use more time. I don’t have any grandchildren yet. I have not had time to enjoy being a nudist, a novelist, and a farm owner. I have not had time to tell my whole story yet, either.
I HAVE NOT HAD ENOUGH TIME TO FINISH MY AeroQuest Saga YET.
Every true autobiographical story has many actual layers. I have not finished all the deeper layers, the swirling-ever-changing layers, the brightly colored layers, the dark layers, or even the laquer on the top coating.
I still have major novel projects to finish, He Rose on a Golden Wing, Kingdoms Under the Earth, The Clarke Farm Reunion, and Music in the Forest. You might be curious about those titles almost as much as I am, and I have written parts of all of those in my head at the very least.
But tomorrow is not guaranteed. I still have the worrisome symptoms, my doctor won’t be back from vacation until the first week of June, and I can’t now afford another emergency room visit or hospital stay even with Medicare. So, I could wake up dead in the morning. And then this post is my swansong.
Catch a Falling Star 
Waking up not dead is always a win… lol!
Yes, but the night before is heck, thinking a strong possibility of death during sleep exists. And it would be an expensive emergency room visit that has as it’s best result that you were worried about nothing… and having been hospitalized before for a heart attack that was not a real heart issue caused by a false result on an EKG because of other health problems… Do you take a bite of the horse-poop sandwich or jump through the third floor window with only the hope that there’s a mattress on the pavement.
That should end with a… ?