Too scattered

Too scattered to reach deep into the files of my brain to set down some organized index of what needs to be done and when to do it, too lazy to retrieve and review and digest the source material to chart my route to the land of cure, too tired to continue to dissect and critique a 27 page review article with over 50 references on diabetes management due in 3 days, too sleepy to write much more tonight.

Though Seneca has lately been tutoring my Stoic, almost Zen, approach to fate, my willful soul remains convinced that I can outrun fortune and beat the odds. There are always exceptions to the morbid statistics, but to be exceptional, I need to rest first.

There is a battle ahead, not imminent, but not beyond the horizon either, that will need more than intellect to insure victory. It will need wisdom. It will needs heart. It will need physical and mental and spiritual endurance. And, yes, Seneca, it will need fortune to smile on me.

And it needs some planning soon. To paraphrase my boyhood hero Arnold Palmer (I was tickled to meet him at the Canadian Open when I was about 11 years old), the more I prepare, the luckier I get.

But first I need rest.