"I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be" Buddy Holly

But not today. I have a few more data points to collect, and then I will have the map to the hidden treasure of a salty and salubrious life. But mateys, you must cool your heels a spell, for I tells you there be treasure there for sure for those who be patient enough to solve the riddle.

But first the mundane before I go about the business of saving my life, and hopefully hacking my way through these mixed metaphors to blaze a path to health for others caught in the same storm. 

Sadly it seems that my paperwork expands in inverse relation to the time I have to get it done. I will push hard to get it mostly on its way by mail, fax or electrons in the next two days so I can write more real stuff, and spend time with my kids coming home for the holidays. 

Suffice it to say that I feel very well even if very fatigued, full of joy for making it to this season of miracles, and presently swamped with menial tasks. I wonder how I managed when I was practicing full time. I know that I slept less. As I've said before, having cancer can be a full time job.  But that's way better than be fired. I wouldn't mind if this job lasted another 40 years, though  I wish there wasn't so much busy work for the insurers and others.

Enough with the Scrooge redux. I am thrilled to my bone marrow to be at this keyboard.

Stay warm. Be happy. Enjoy every nano second. They are all so precious. This is truly is the most wonderful time of the year. Even in California, where, despite the palm trees,  it is going into the 30s tonight.

Merry Christmas. Happy Hanakah. G-d bless