"When a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully."

Yes. Well, I discovered yesterday afternoon that Dr. Johnson was entirely correct. The results of my latest liver scan came back. Boil it all down and the odds are that I will belong to the vagaries of history in six months, perhaps more, perhaps less. And as the good doctor said, nothing concentrates the mind so wonderfully. My priorities now are vastly pared down and I am jettisoning much that is now extraneous. I must, in the time remaining, get this wreck of a home in some sort of order for Rosey to live in, which means having the jungle that has grown up around it hacked down, the back deck partially torn off and rebuilt in smaller form, the removal of our above ground wreck of a swimming pool, repair of the back wall where the upper deck meets the house so squirrels will no longer inhabit the floor inside, replacement of the roof (Rosey has taken a loan from her 401K to cover that) and the cleaning of the gutters.

Next priority is to finish Absolved and two other manuscripts so that she has some sort of income stream.

In the process, I must hoe out, organize and donate my private papers to the Birmingham Public Library archives.

All of this means that the blog, among other things, is going to be substantially different in a way that you will notice, so I'm telling you up front why that is so.

Please keep Rosey and my family in your prayers. I beat the odds of my first cancer diagnosis for five years through the grace of God, who evidently wasn't done with me yet. In those five years, we broke the Fast and Furious scandal story, grew the idea known as the Three Percent and weaponized it in best 4th Generation Warfare fashion, built up the armed civil disobedience movement to the post-Sandy Hook laws, and generally became a thorn in the side of the empire. I tried not to waste the time that God granted me, and in truth I could not have accomplished any of it without the help of you, my faithful readers and supporters. I cannot express how truly grateful I am to be rich in such friends as I have made here in these electronic pages and all across the country as I carried the message of "Defy. Resist. Evade." Smuggle." Now, it seems, my time for an accounting is just about here. I intend to face whatever comes with God's help forthrightly, contritely and submissive to His will. Keep me in your prayers that I do not fail in this last challenge.