A new week

First of all I'd like to thank everyone for your kind and encouraging comments. I started writing this mostly just to talk to Abby. I didn't know that others would read it, and I didn't care, and I was really surprised when people commented. But everyone has been so kind and so supportive I'd like to thank everyone but I'd never get anything else done. I'm also not sure that I'm supposed to.
Stopped by the doctor's office today for a check up. My doctor, the "Voice of Doom", for thirty years this guy has been telling me "You're gonna die boy!". Today he didn't say anything like that. He was all about how well I was doing. He's scaring me now. Oh, everyone in the office knew Abby from when I had a stroke two years ago.
Friends from Germany are flying into NYC at the end of the year, they want to get together, could be interesting.
My friend Dave in Aruba is insisting that I come down for  a while. I know what he's up to. I've been expecting it for a while. We used to be business partners here in the states after he retired the first time. We did very well. We're sorta opposites, he's big picture, get the job done and I'm more details and that corner isn't square. His new business in Aruba has been doing well and I know what he has in mind. I'm not sure about it. Emigrating is a big deal and he's like this aging playboy while I'm more of a staid homebody. Perhaps I should change, maybe I'm too willing to commit to a relationship. It sure hurts when they come to an end. I've been ditched, dumped, divorced, and now died on. I think that about covers it.
I think that's enough of my soap opera for one day.