What a Difference a Year Makes

All joking aside—I’ve told way too many poop stories and probably hit my record of excessive posting the day before my colonoscopy —I had another episode from 7:00 last night to 7:00 this morning. I’m pretty sure things didn’t go well as midway through the night, I said to my husband, “I want to go to heaven.”

Here’s what I’m writing today:

What a difference a year makes. While I no longer have a gallbladder (which the doctors finally figured out to be the culprit after three months of agony last winter), what I do have is a job I love, a great husband, restored health, and four newly recorded songs since that crabby post up there.

The first one of those songs just came out on February 12.

I finally got to celebrate today with this lovely human (who helped me write the song and sang it so beautifully) with some Coconut Kenny’s pizza and a rare three-hour gab fest.