Today is our 28th wedding anniversary. I'm going to celebrate by having my prostate checked in about an hour. A doctor from the parish does this every year around this time, PSA screens and the other less pleasant thing. I'm at the age (almost 50) where I should have this done every year, but I've been having it done every year for about the last 5. Both my grandfather and my father-in-law had prostate cancer, and though they didn't die of it, it made them miserable enough.

We had our anniversary dinner last night, but that doesn't leave out the possibility that we could do something this afternoon. I've been more or less cooped up all week, so I hope so.

I hear growling and wailing in the hallway. I'd better get out there and break it up.