the neglectful one

OMG, a call from a blog follower, wondering what condition my condition is in! Mea culpa. I guess I am feeling well enough that the blog posts are not at the top of my list. Bad Grayson! So I am reminded to check in, in case any of you were wondering. Clearly, one of you was.

I am well. I seem to be staving off further upper respiratory difficulty while those around me are sniffling and coughing. I can only hope that my beaten-upon immune system has recovered sufficiently to do business this winter. As previously reported, I am on no extra meds for anything except what I have always taken meds for (acalasia, A-fib, cholesterol). 

I just finished a demanding week of music: a 90-min Las Vegas type review followed by a set of dance music for five nights. With rehearsals, this was a week's involvement and always--while I really dig it--let's me know that my decision to not make music my very existence 50+ yrs ago is still a valid decision. But, for the week, I had a ball.  There is nothing like being in the center of a screaming, wailing, big band playing swinging music. Okay, maybe there are comparable experiences out there, but this one's mine. And it is to be followed immediately by rehearsals for the fall concert of the same big band where the music will be jazz rather than dance. It don't get no better.

Plus on Wed after our first Tues rehearsal we will decamp for Grand Junction CO to meet fun friends all there to taste this year's vintages, and, mayhap, purchase a case or three. What's not to like about this picture? Then, shortly after returning from GJ I will repair to Lake Powell in the annual search for the wily striped bass. Again, what's not to like?

So, you can see, dear reader, that I am hale and hearty, and plan to make the most of it given the time I have. You will pardon me if I occasionally miss the opportunity to regale you further.

Luv you all madly.