Monday of this week, I had blood drawn (after 3 attempts!). Yesterday (Wed), I went to the doctor for my annual physical. He's a young guy, and I like him.

Contrary to all those who wish otherwise, it appears I'll be alive a little while longer. That is unless, unexpectedly, the man in the black hooded cape with scythe in hand comes knocking on my door.

The doctor checked me over thoroughly (nearly an hour--he's a talker). No skin lesions, orifices clear, etc. Blood tests were good: cholesterol down a little, triglycerides normal, prostate okay. My BP has been running "borderline" high, so we agreed to change medication. Oh, and one more thing. He recommended a colonoscopy. I actually brought the subject up. It's been 8 years, and I worry about colon cancer, since my mother had it. The procedure only sets you back one day. No big deal.

So here we are in the first week of March, the weather is still crumby, and I'm bored. But it won't be long before rhubarb and asparagus start popping out of the ground. I rummaged through my big freezer and pulled out a bag of 2 year old rhubarb. Made myself a pie! And on top of that, the next day (Tues), I made chocolate chip cookies! Comfort food in time of need. For a guy that's serious about his health, this isn't good. I rationalize that it's for my mental health. I'm also trying to clean out the freezer before summer veggies refill it.

I still have basement shelves full of potatoes--sweet and regular, acorn squash, onions, beets and carrots. Not to mention sacks of apples. I eat one or more of any of these once a day, but I can't seem to make a dent in their numbers (yes, I give them to family members). And some are sprouting or rotting. I hate seeing any food go to waste. If I didn't exercise 2 hours a day, I'd weigh twice as much as I do. Speaking of which, I'm off.