Five months since having the stent inserted into an artery of my heart. Four months since the birth of the kittens.  Almost six months since taking in mama cat Sally. Eight months since my previous cat Oscar died.  And 9.5 months since being laid off. Oh and 3 years since the prostate surgery.

A few weeks ago was the 20th anniversary of Nick moving in with me. Around the same time was the 16th anniversary of him dumping me.  But two weeks ago I met up with him in San Jose for his mom’s 87th birthday (think that’s right).

Doing ok at the gym.  Still no heavy weights. Cardiologist says nothing that will raise my blood pressure.  If my face is turning red while lifting the weight, it’s too much. A year ago I weighed 205, but dieted down to 195 for a pool party in April.  Lost a lot after the stent, then had the flu in Feb and weighed in at 168.  One sixty eight??? Last time I weighed that was in high school. Back up to about 174 now. Someone came up to me at the gym and said I look fit.  Fit? I don’t want to look fit.  I want to look massive! Well I guess my massive days are behind me.

There is a social club that has warehouse parties 3-4 times a year, though there hasn’t been one in almost a year.  Work 2 hours and you get in free, (was $50 at door), plus get to keep any tips. I have bar tended  (open bar) three times in the past. So has Nick, Dino, Martin and Kevin,  This time they asked me to work closing coat check. It was fun.  Made $20 in tips, much less than the bartenders, but ok.