the down days....they're not coming. they're here. at my house, in my living room....but moreso, in my heart and mind. oh blah, my wife's oldest kid is hangin' on by a thread. she's eat up with cancer...only age 32. Lyn and Jimmy are in Jersey now. flew up today. no telling when they'll return. my oldest daughter Amy, a junior in college, has fallen in love. sounds good, easy to dance to, but counts as a big minus 12 in her ability to stay on task. she's age 20. a lot of socializing going on there. too easy to shuck a lifetime of earnest effort when one's heart is all atizzy...me, no surprise...a lifetime of bachannalia and neglect is soon visited by the fruits of such non-labor...my baby, my wife, has a hellacious ulcer carving her so many ways. she can't really ingest much...of anything. but.....but...here's the good things. there is a slim chance that Lyn's daughter may recover. my child may surprise me and rise up, overcome, and succeed in her efforts in academia. I'm on new medications and thanks to my new physician, I seem to be on something of a mend...a surprise improvement. I don't feel awful any longer. last, but far from least, Lyn knows the path that she must follow and has the skills and gumption to produce and actually follow her diet. in time, she'll improve. so...all things considered, we've got it made! time heals all wounds and as they say...'it's all good'... they are right!