Woody Cavenaugh

The Great Woosh took place Friday night and Saturday. That is the day that most of the leaves fall from most of the trees in a great wooshing sound. I was home wondering if I would live or die, and what would actually take my life. Would it be the cold, with its wild fevers, and much blowing of the nose?
Would it be the "irregular cells", samples of which were removed from my front, back and side? I'll know more about that level of paranoia in two weeks when I am told what level of paranoia I ougt to have.
Would it be the mild infection in two of the three new deep holes I'm sporting?
Would it be the cats who watch me so carefully? I'm pretty sure if I had dozed off in the living room they would have eaten my lips and eyeballs first.
Would it be the boredom, trapped as I was in a house without any movies with pirates in them?

I made due with what I had as best as I could. A year ago, my mother in law gave Sara and I the extended boxed set collector's edition of the Lord of the Rings. It was high time I opened the box and found out what all the fuss was about. Actually, it was quite good. Those hobbits, they have a very "touchie feelie" kind of culture don't they? If they were human, they'd probably be called fairies regardless of the hair on their feet.
After that, I watched Dragon Heart, Walt Disney's The Three Musketeers, and Walt Disney's animated Robin Hood. What great voice actors!
Then I went to bed where I fevered, dreamed strange dreams, and staired at the walls a lot while the wound on my back throbbed in time to my pounding heart. I've had better nights, in worse places.

Now I am at work. I'm not sick, but I'm not well. Hopefully today will not be a day requiring thrilling heroics. I don't feel like I could pick up a car if it were dropped on me. To make matters worse, I'm wasting away to near nothing. 289.4 lbs, its a wonder I have strength left to carry my own ego along. Credit where credit is due, just like the poem about footprints in the sand, I believe my ego has carried me this near a week gone by.

Did I meantion that Sara bought me an axe for Christmas? My father has already mounted it on a four foot handle, it is a perfect size for my right hand, and sings like an angel. My wife loves me!