Today's Happy Hour Soundtrack

Another gee-tar fave from way back... John Fahey.

I got into Mr. Fahey's music around the same time I discovered Leo Kottke, as their styles are similar.  I don't see how one could like one of these gentlemen and NOT like the other.  Once again... we're hearing Fahey as a function of listening to Pandora's Ry Cooder station.  If'n ya haven't got the hint by now... try Pandora.  It's free, unless you wanna pop for the oh-so-cheap pay version (i.e., something like 36 Yankee dollars per year and which I highly recommend), which has benefits... like uninterrupted music, commercial-free, streamed to your PC.  It's great good stuff.

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In other news...of the strictly personal sort... I had a follow-up visit with my doctor today.  I don't often go on about personal problems issues as it's just not my style.  That said, we've been coping with a self-inflicted wound... Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD)... for the better part of three years now.  We were recently put on medication for this condition and said medication (Advair) made us chronically hoarse, with the end result being I sound like a croaking old man.  Which I may be, come to think on it, but never was until Advair arrived on the scene.  

The good news is we're off Advair and on to Spiriva, or will be once the scrip is filled.  That will wait until the morrow, when we'll journey out to Cannon Airplane Patch to get the scrip filled.  Lord Willin' and the taxpayers don't rise, of course (about which: thank you all for supporting me in my old age and infirmity).  We're also getting set up for some sort of oxygen deprivation test, which will be run in the near future.

This is just for the record, mind you, as this blog serves a primary purpose of being my personal journal, of sorts.  Self-inflicted wounds are NOT sufficient reason to issue a cri de'coeur for sympathy.  Not in any way, shape, or form.  This simply is what it is... and something one lives with in Old Age.  Gettin' old ain't for sissies, as it's said.  Or, as a wise man once said... "If'n I'd a known I'd live this long I'd a taken better care of myself."

Yeah.  Right.  Sure.