Nothing to eat or drink until this afternoon, so I’m trying to keep busy. Skinwalker Ranch is on in the background and I’ll finish Barry Season 3 this morning. My wife will drive me to and from the colonoscopy early this afternoon before I gorge myself for dinner. A steak sounds great right now, but even a sip of water would be delicious. I shortened my run this morning to the minimum mile, feeling weak with an unsettled stomach. The fountain out front had dried up again in the intense heat and humidity. It’s only 84-degrees but feels like 94, even this early in the day. 

Last evening, while a chugged a gallon or so of Gatorade that quickly passed right through me, we watched God’s Favorite Idiot. I felt like that fountain outside – going full blast and then eventually drying up. Fountains seem to play a role in all things related to delicate bodily functions, thinking back to a campground scene and prostrate problems, wishing that we could flow like that fountain in the center of the lake. “Be the fountain!”

I did lose a good three pounds overnight, down to the weight that I should be normally. The problem is that I’ve probably lost a lot of muscle in these last few years, while gravity has played havoc with my spine and posture. Muscles don’t feel as firm and belly flab rolls over my belt. The important thing at this age is just to keep your shirt on!