My apologies for the lengthy lacuna between posts. These past few weeks have been fairly rough, and the combination of physical distress + lack of energy and motivation makes for poor blogging incentive. Let's see if I can catch up a bit.

Move over, Beatles—Sgt. Pepper isn't alone in celebrating an anniversary this year.

It was 30 years ago today
We made a Treasure Hunt so folks could play
It's been going in and out of style
But I hope that you'll still flash a smile
When we send this invite to you
To the Hunt you've known for all these years
The 30-year Treasure Hunt DC!

Since turning 21, I generally haven't paid much attention to birthdays. My attitude has basically been “every day is one day older”.

That changes with a cancer diagnosis.

Last weekend, Anne & I took advantage of the current treatment window to enjoy a little holiday in the Blueridge. We rode and walked through Shenandoah National Park and toured Little Washington.

Two weeks of external radiation down, one to go. So far, it's a bit of a mixed bag.

The radiation treatment itself has been relatively smooth. But it may have exacerbated my ongoing stomachache. This abdominal distress started right after I got the stent in mid-March, and at the time the docs said some discomfort was normal as my body adjusted to this foreign invader.