Saturday. Its all Olympics and the odd chore before wandering onto the patio and scribbling odd thoughts, here is one:

409
I misheard "titanium skull"
for "new soul" and thought, 
I'm up for that.
How relieving it would be
to recycle the sins of the past
for an empty, virginal one.
Do you new ones have a distinctive
smell like a new car?
Do new-borns sniff the world
and take in the aroma of innocence?
If I ever had one
its been mislaid along the way,
dropped somewhere along the
grey brick pragmatic way,
a sort of wizard of Oz
with a Dorothy and her
red, take me home shoes.
Fly my pretties fly
I hear myself call
and wonder where my
journey will end. 

                                                        409  03-08-2024.

I also reflect on the good blood results that came through last night. My kidneys have never been better, and my PSA continues to fall, so the prostate cancer is still contained, which means my anxieties and shakiness is probably the side effects of my prolonged medication. For those who missed yesterdays post here they are:

So given my newly found lumps I guess I am going to be juggling a new strand of stuff. No options other than getting on with it. The rest of my day has been eating and lazing until the day peters out in the taking of night meds, drafting the blog and getting myself to bed. Yes I know its not interesting, its just how things are at the moment.