Yesterday I was on the phone with a man of my fond acquaintance, talking about the upcoming business we are to do together. He has had health issues that make mine look like a hangnail. We're talking organ transplant, lymphoma, and more. He asked how I was. I told him I was fine, but that I was very tired of being a patient and I knew I didn't have to explain that to him.
"Well, we're on this side of dirt," he told me.