The 21st, four months since my birthday.

Dawn caught me by surprise this morning. I sleep and wake in different patterns now and woke to see the sky all light, sunrise has slipped back before six a.m. again and I can feel the pull of my Friday nights live, midnight til morning, company and conversation overnight show.

I have all the notes for the first three programs done, plenty of content first quarter under new government. The charter that came from Ghana left travellers and never came back to take them home. New movies to review, new music to play and some to resurrect and make the stars spin in their litle constellations.

I miss my listeners. The man who called the station while I was in the kitchen on a three a.m. coffee run so i heard the phone and answered.

When I said, good morning, bbs he said"How do you know anybody is listening to you?" I said, I don't know, I have a lot of faith. And he said:"Well I called to tell you I am listening and I hear you." then he hung up. Until the light touch that made the airwaves mine returns, my words stay here.

In forty five minutes I will go downstairs, hungry and thirsty, so my sister can drive me to the hospital again. There the first order of the day is a heart trace to check the pump is working well, followed by a lung function test to see how much the bellows of my furnace have been compromised and then invading the invader is on the cards.

I will miss most of the action unless the new irregularities from my sleep centre can overcome the tide of sleepiness they plan to send my way; a silver streak of moonlight made hard ,shining into corridors that open to all the functions of my world. And to oblivion.

Yes I am both squeamish and phobic about needles and I will always choose a metaphor instead of steel. Biopsy today. The lung, because it is so much more accessible than the brain. Home later. Lighter by a few cells that contain the universe and will illustrate the paths ahead of me, placing signposts with real guidance if they tell a tale that medicine can read.

Next thing to do? A wave good morning to my friends and now I go to shower, I have found a washcloth gathered around the soap cam give my left hand purchase and help me win the game of do not drop the soap.