October Surprise

 So I chatted with my friend Joel yesterday, about the upcoming elections. He finds Trump hilarious -- his outrageousness and willingness to say or do anything. I told him maybe that's fun for a party -- but as president?

He had never heard the term "October Surprise," which is of course a news event that happens near Election Day. I told him I read about one that could be a game changer: the old man Biden resigns, and Harris becomes President. Then she's running for re-election, and maybe a month of her as Boss shows the nation that nothing falls apart with a woman of color president. Hey -- if I ran the Dems - I would make it happen.

Meanwhile, we had a lovely Sunday. My nephew of another brother Josh had called -- could he use Villa Wifey as a hotel Saturday night, as he had a wedding in the Gables, and wanted to be able to Uber back and forth. He could, though we allow far fewer overnight guests than we used to.

I gave him a pre game martini, he left, and I watched the Canes go 4-0 with a nice martini buzz. I went to sleep, and Betsy, who was still here, was kind enough to bark me awake at 3:14 am when Josh stumbled in. He slept in very nicely.

Later D1 and Joey and the boys came, with Lemon, the new Spaniel. Also their new neighbor friends came as well, and it turned into a party Sunday. Josh left, and then the millennials the same, and we got Betsy into Joey's car -- the better to re-home her so D2 and Jonathan would happily greet her when they got back from their LA wedding. It all worked out well.

This week it's been back to the quotidian, with the anxiety wrinkle of my coming colonoscopy on Monday. I got my prep kit delivered from Gastrohealth -- the good news is you no longer have to drink a gallon or more of essentially sea water to cleanse your bowels -- now it's a bunch of pills with lots of water instead.

Hopefully all goes well, but my weird anxiety has me going through all the terrible things affable Dr. Shah will tell me after the test Monday. It must be nice to not have this disordered thinking, but hey -- everyone has to have their demons, right?

Thursday night the Full Squad has Rosh Ha Ha Ha -- a great name for an FIU Hillel Fundraiser we attended, sans Wifey, last year. It's in the yard behind Blackbird Ordinary, a cool Brickell bar, and has become a big deal. Jonathan's company is paying for half the table -- we pay for the other half, and it's a great buffet and open bars -- and, of course, comedy -- some of which is pretty funny.

Last year Jonathan's friend Andy performed -- he had been taking a comedy workshop, and he did really well. I think this year he's on the bench.

Friday night the Canes host Va Tech, and Joey is going with me -- our first game together. I'll fetch him in Shorecrest, we hopefully tailgate a bit, and then watch our shared alma mater team's play. Not a bad week for late September.

So hopefully my hypochondriac ways stay just the source of family humor -- either way, I ought to find out when I awake from that glorious propofol sleep.

I've had the "milk of amnesia," as Barry told me they call it, twice. Once for a prostate biopsy, and the other time for my scope 11 years ago. I awoke both times truly anxiety free -- an unnatural state for me without the use of alcohol. So I got that to look forward to.

Healthwise, I can do without a September surprise...