Beware, Caesar, said the soothsayer, at least according to Shakespeare, beware the Ides of March. That was yesterday, March 15th, which was the day in 44 BCE when Julius Caesar was assassinated. Now I have my own Ides of March, right up there with my Pearl Harbor Day, because it was on the Ides of March in 2012 I was told that I have cancer.
More surgery next Tuesday, which means missing a rehearsal, and I need someone to drive me, so I’ve put out a call to friends of the Chorus for a ride on Tuesday so Jim doesn’t have to miss, too. Today I’m having a CT scan and I have to drink barium to prepare for it. I had to do that when I was nine years old, and the taste hasn’t improved. They should call it bariyuck.
The journey begins here.
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