Sure, I get back form four days of debauchery, and there's my pyshical waiting for me with my new doctor.  Now, after a fun, happy, healthy 40th b-day weekend, I'm feeling pretty good.  But, again, not like I'm 40. 

My new doc os my Dad's doctor and asked if my father had me when he was "eight?"  I'm taking that as a compliment.

All is well: good weight, couple new prescriptions (ok that comes with 40), a turn-and-cogh, and a good prognosis.  Not to mention as I was in the waiting room, everyone was over 60... I know, I'll be there soon enough.

Whew.  Now we'll get a little more into detail as I plan for the next twenty days to move myself on... to the adventure of my 40s.

Cheers - David