In all probability, I won’t die today, I mean, what the heck?

It’s 11:21 PM as I write, according to my desk-clock.

That leaves me just 39 minutes to break my neck,

tripping over my chair in my dark study on my way to cuddle in bed with Nancy.

Wouldn’t that be a shock!

Nah! I’m pretty careful at night… about tripping…

Cuddling is another matter, but it probably won’t kill me, either way!

Neither will Nancy, for that matter….

So, I think I got this day pretty well sown-up…, right?

Unless I get a cardiac surprise in my sleep tonight.

“Doubtful, though possible, but not probable”, according to my cardiologist…

(Besides, it will be tomorrow by then and won’t count for this poem, anyway.)

And I won’t even know it, anyway!

Ain’t that a relief!