Almost the end of 2010. It's been a pretty good year for us, all in all. Jessica seems happy -- she and Stephen consider themselves engaged, although there is no fixed date for a wedding.

I just found out, however, that I have obstructive sleep apnea, a problem with my airway collapsing during sleep which means I don't sleep well, thus am tired a lot of the time, particularly in the afternoons. The solution is to wear a mask forcing air into the airway to keep it from collapsing. I understand it's very difficult to get used to this, not to mention it does take away from a comfy bedtime routine. After 39 years of marriage (Dec. 17!) neither of us likes the idea of this at all, but the other therapies out there have their own risks (surgery --painful, doesn't always work; dental appliance -- doesn't always work, not recommended for people with TMJ, which I have as well (jaw problem).

Waiting to see the dentist and ENT doc first before trying the sleep mask therapy.

All this makes me feel old. The company that makes the sleep therapy equipment allowed me to have an online consultation with the sleep doctor who read the test did at home, and that was very helpful. But the waiting room for this company was filled with the paraphenalia of infirmity and old age -- walkers, chairs that help the sitter arise, wheelchairs, etc. Not a pleasant place to wait.

Still, I must put this in perspective. A friend of mine, same age as me, found out a couple of months ago that he has pancreatic cancer. He's fighting bravely, with good humor, but it's a tough battle to win, and not many do it. I hope he can.

Catching up with things

I haven't written in a very long time, I see! What's new in our lives?

My dear, sweet Isis, grey and white tabby who shared our home for 18 years, died in July of 2008 of kidney disease. We were lucky that she just faded away; in fact, she made her Bridge trip cuddled next to me in bed. I still miss her very much, although a black whirlwind of a cat named Athena has come to be the feline presence in our lives. Isis has a beautiful spot in our garden.

Well, my nearest and dearest found out a couple of years ago that his aortic valve only has two leaflets instead of the normal three, so it's theoretically possible he might need valve replacement surgery someday. Luckily for him, he keeps himself in tip-top physical shape, so his heart is compensating nicely for the problem at this point. Hope that continues!

Me? A few lumps and bumps here and there; had two of them removed earlier this year. Both benign, thank goodness. Oddly enough, the one for which I had actual surgery healed quicker and better than the office biopsy site, but both are fine now. A few aches and pains, but nothing major, thank goodness.

Daughter doing well in Chicago. Living with her boyfriend; making music; doing good things in her life.

In my ongoing fascination/obsession with death, am listening to an audiobook of "Stiff," which is about human cadavers. Am I morbid? Or just trying to find a way to deal with, what for me, is the unknowable and unthinkable? Perhaps both things are true.