The weird day that may have some redeeming value to it ( if only I knew what that was)

Remember Andrew Breitbart?

The way this day started for me, and has proceeded reminds me of his end.  How?  Breitbart was a driving kind of man, but he paid for it with an early exit from life.

Something about my health is worrying me now, and it is almost surreal how it seems so important to post about politics and so forth, while at the same time I am worried about my health.

As Bill Whittle pointed out, how one is doing may be a lot more important than this political stuff.

Just saying to keep things in perspective.  It's not worth dying over.

Or is it?