Had my annual physical this morning. It's a tad more stressful each year, the legacy of outliving my friends. One of these times it's "my turn" -- today? Or do I get run over by a truck first? Nothing to dwell on but the trip to the doc provides context for worry.
I seem to have passed the first round, the finger up the ass and the rest. Now to wait for the lab results.
My actress had to cancel the first shoot by a week. Maybe I can slip the guys in that spot, if the Thursday rehearsal is good.
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