I hope the rain don't hurt the rhubarb.

I hope I get to see the rain upon the rhubarb.  I am telling you, things are not good in Glocca Morra.  I got an hour of sleep from 12:30 - 1:30 am. and the ringing was so loud, after an hour, I got up and started doing stuff on this here COMputer.  It is bearable but the pressure in the front of my head, with the ringing in the midbrain, sucks to "high heaven."  (one them old time sayings - high heaven, not the sucks)
The speed with which the increases have come in the past two weeks is quite remarkable.  I don't want to go but I will be damned if I will live only because my heart keeps beating.  I think I have taken good enough care of that, with some good genes, to keep it going a long time.  But then how would I know, I have not seen a doctor for that, in a very long time.

I am scared, not of dying, but of skipping out on some people:  Malia, Carolyn, Kent, Jane, and Judy.  I am worth more dead than alive but  not ready to tip my hat.  Wish a big ole nasty heart attack would strike me, any time.  That is the only way to go.  A sneaky Samurai could do a good job, if he came from behind.  Be quick with your Musashi sword.  Quick, just do it.  But please don't hurt the rhubarb.
Enough b.s. for now.  I am tired, maybe sleep will come.  It is nearly 5 am, up since 2:30.  Time to put 'er down.