Trousered Ape

An exercise in presumption.

Friday, November 01, 2024

State of the Ape XXX

Again, thank you for your prayers.

Blood work: My PSA jumped again, to 1.201. Still “normal,” but…the cancer is coming back. I’m being transferred to a new oncologist specializing in prostate cancer; I (or, rather, we — the Bride is the keeper of my health, being much more organized that I) meet with him later this month.

I’ve been put on bone-strengthening shots, as the cancer apparently tends to leach calcium from them.

Still no dizzies (Deo gratia!). An attack of positional vertigo that lasted about a week, but that’s merely inconvenient; just have to be careful moving about.

I haven’t gotten around to arranging for the cover and interior map for Edwina 2, but I will soon. I really do need now to focus on Edwina 3. Meanwhile, I’ve reworked a sci-fi short story and submitted it to an anthology call from an outfit called Worldstone Publishing. We’ll see what happens.

I’ll be selling books at a craft fair next Sunday (Unexpected Tales and Zoe only; a murder mystery might clash with them).

The Bride and the girls are well.

And a few more clerihews:

“I hate graffiti!”
Screamed Queen Nefertiti.
“The way they scribble on the Sphinx
Really stinks!”

Marcus Tullius Cicero
Stood under the mistletoe,
Waiting vainly for kisses
From young Roman misses.

Said the courtiers of Xerxes,
“How the King smirks! He’s
Just like a Cheshire cat —
What’s he got under his hat?”

Posted by Bob the Ape 9:14 PM