I’m often a pretty upbeat person. I have a great many friends as a result of that. But sometimes I find myself getting depressed lately without cause. And after much introspection, I believe it’s due to the unknown. By that I’m meaning my status as to the brain surgery. Tomorrow is the scheduled Petscan whereby they will search my body for any cancer, head to toe. I just await results and the scheduling of the tumor that must be removed from the brain. That’s the uncertainty. I want to get this over with. So to combat this, I’ve started back to bicycling along with daily trips to the gym to try and prepare my body the best I can for the inevitable. I found a new riding partner also that’s pushing me and reintroducing me to lactic acid. Meet Frank, retiree extraordinaire. Every chance we get we do a short stint of fourteen miles and I find that the best medicine for any nervous anticipation or depression. Frank is teaching me the nuances and many of the aspects of how to retire and not feel guilty. The consultation stint that I’m doing calls for only four hours a day and I have to find meaning to fill the remaining hours. I’m doing my best with the cycling, laying by the pool, putzing with the RV, and visiting the gym. Next week, we’ll attempt our hand at the craps tables as that’s a new endeavor that I’m looking forward to learning.