Back to work. The weekend went swimmingly. That is to say we stayed in bed practically the whole time. (Wipe that grin off your face, nothing happened. As far as you know.)

Coming in to work this morning I felt oddly relaxed, almost as if, well I hate to say it, I actually WAS relaxed. I'll check with my doctor but I'm pretty sure that I'm actually relaxed. Or I'm having a stroke, not sure which.

Oh god, speaking of strokes which I really shouldn't be joking about right now, an old friend of mine emailed me over the weekend and told me that his wife suffered an unexpected brain bleed (sub-arachnoid) and fell into a coma which she is not expected to wake up from. The poor guy has four small kids. I mean, what a tragedy. They were one of the happiest most successful couples I knew, lovely children, idyllic lifestyle... all trashed in an instant for no good reason. Thinking about it, the guy actually nearly died himself a couple of years ago through some similar medical catastrophy.

I hope this is something I can take with me into life. At any second, for no apparent reason, your life can end. Not your fault. Bam. You're dead. What are you doing with your life? What legacy can you leave? Who will remember you? Who will miss you? Will it be a live well lived full of love and happiness? Or is it a life spent waiting for the big score, the lucky break, the time when you can finally relax and get on with your life.

I'm guilty of that. Waiting for my problems to be solved before I start living. I should really stop doing that. Life is for living not just surviving.

This isn't a rehersal. This is the show. And you're on...