Having grown up in the sixties, but having a very strict father who wouldn't let us listen to any music but church music and classical, I'm now perpetually stuck in the sixties, music wise, but for other (rebellious plus taste) reasons. It was sad about Glen Frey. My dad has either a bad case of crohn's or UC, but is so private about it that nobody in the family knows which, even his current wife, and is now in his nineties, but keeps hanging on in spite of that and a very major stroke a few years ago.
Well, I survived my colonoscopy earlier today, feels like barely. I started to have a seizure a couple times, but came out of it very fast. The prep seemed harder than pervious times, but got thru that too, of course. And my heart condition (superventricular tachycardia, a normally rather benign but annoying and very tiring condition) decided to affect me when I got home, so I slept for several hours, minus a couple bathroom runs. Found some inflammation in my left descending colon, but he doesn't think it is anything of significance, treating it with short term antibiotic (in addition to long term med I'm on for chronic UTIs). ~Sigh~. My 23rd med added to my list (some are just supplements).
Oh, and the car windows and doors were frozen over with a freezing rain when we first tried to leave this morning. But the day turned out beautiful, so I hear.
Tomorrow will be better.