I was going to write yesterday but things didn't work out that way.  I ate lunch with my parents and afterwords I decided to lay down and watch some football.  Stupid idea.  I was out.  I slept hard.  No one bothered waking me up either.  I think I laid down at about 1pm and then at about 4:30 my mom gets a phone call from an elderly neighbor.  The neighbor said that she was seeing orange smoke coming out of the chimney.  My mom freaked out and was running around frantically.  I sat up and looked at the hallway to the upstairs and noticed it was extremely orange.  I was thinking the roof was on fire but there was no smoke.  I then look outside and notice that the sun is setting and making a peculiar orange color.  My mom goes out and looks up at the chimney and does see a little smoke coming out so she runs around screaming about the house being on fire.  I told her to shut up...yes, shut up because I was worried she was going to give herself a heart attack.  She asks if she should call the fire department and I said, "No, the old lady probably got confused and saw smoke mixed with the sunset."  My mom yells, "But the furnace isn't running."  She calls my dad at work and is screaming about who to call for help.  He tells her the name of a furnace guy and also to call the fire department chief.  My mom then starts dialing numbers.  Of course she never hung up.  She then is screaming that the fire has taken out the phone lines.  GOD...how she has worked in an emergency room as a nurse for 30+ years amazes me.  I instruct her on proper phone operation and she gets no answer from the furnace guy.  In the meantime I go to the basement and there is no burning or smoke.  I then realize my parents have forced air and it doesn't come out the chimney but a vent on the side of the house.  This old lady was so confused.  Well the fire chief shows up and he and I go downstairs and I tell him what this lady said and he said how twice this past fall they got called out for fires and when they got there it was just how the sun was shining on the house.  He stuck his head and hands in and looked around the chimney and saw no burning.  He then looked at the chimney and said that the water heater is hooked up with the chimney and it must have kicked on and had been pushing out steam and mixed with the sunset it made the old lady think our house was on fire.  The chief then explained everything to my mom.  She said how she felt dumb and he said well it happens to everyone.  He left and my mom still believed the old lady.  I called her up and explained what the fire chief had explained.
"OH NO!  There were flames shooting out at least 10 feet."
"Well we checked everything out and there was no smoke or burning."
"My husband says a bird could have nested in there and that burned."
"But there wasn't any contact with burning or open.  Plus there is no creosote in the chimney seeing it isn't hooked up to the furnace and there wasn't any smoke in the basement.  It was steam from the water heater mixed with the sunset."
"OH NO!  It was fire!"
"OK whatever, thanks for looking out for us."(I am such a dick)

I told my mom that she needed to calm down before her heart exploded and then start thinking rationally.  We were at my grandmother's house something like 20 years ago when they had a chimney fire.  You could hear it blazing.  I also said that we haven't seen the sun for some time so the little old lady and her husband who are in their upper 80s probably got really confused.
"Well when someone calls and says your house is on fire you don't think about a sunset."
True but you think rationally and think before you go rushing around frantically thinking your world is collapsing.

So last night I was keyed up and didn't really get to write anything other than responses to comments.  I went to bed really early for me.  11PM, woke up at 3:45AM, came on here and did some reading, woke up at 7, felt like crap and went back to sleep, woke up at 10 because one of my cats has decided to try out for the Olympic gymnastics team and has been practicing her floor routine on my back and stomach.  I moped around all day and debated whether or not I should see a doctor.  I ate some lunch and laid down.  Fell asleep and woke up at 2pm.  Thought to myself how I needed to get things done and the next thing I know it is 4pm.  I finally feel caught up on sleep.

I was going to do a post about Warren Zevon.  I love his music.  He was such a phenomenal songwriter.  His last album, The Wind, is probably my favorite.  It is his last will and testament.  Shortly before he began writing the songs for this album, Zevon was diagnosed with mesothelioma, a form of cancer due to asbestos exposure.  He believed the cancer to be terminal but he plugged away for a year and saw the birth of his twin grandsons and the release of The Wind.  He also told people that he wanted to see the next James Bond movie before he died which he did and it ws ironically titled Die Another Day.  This is the last song on the album and is called Keep Me in Your Heart.

This song really moved me when I first heard it.  This summer I went through some heavy health problems.  In fact I am still battling a mystery illness.  If you want to get an understanding of pain I am going through, imagine the biggest and strongest person that you know punching you repeatedly in the stomach and lungs.  Then on top of that have a mysterious loss of blood from your body and not having enough of certain nutrients and vitamins in your system.  Also having an elevated white blood cell count which baffles the doctors because it is contradictory with my other problems.  I've seen cancer specialists, blood specialists, and then other doctors.  I've had ultrasounds, I had a camera snaked down my throat into my stomach(a procedure for which I was supposed to be under but I was awake for and got to see my insides on a tv screen), I've had countless blood tests, I've had stuff stuck up my ass...NOTHING! Oh and then in and out of the hospital with lung infections and pneumonia.  I planned out my funeral.  Keep Me in Your Heart is the last song I want played.  I'm not trying to be morbid but I just like having everything planned out.  OK, I'm weird.  I'll be back tomorrow with a motivational update.