the brain

Yesterday I got to see pictures of my brain at the doctor's office, the result of an MRI scan. (Note: the picture is someone else's).

I had never seen my brain before, so the viewing was overdue, considering it's always been my second-favorite organ.

The doctor pointed out some atrophy in spots, or "brain degeneration," as she delicately phrased it. She said it was "nothing to worry about," since that kind of atrophy is "perfectly normal" at my age.

Normal or not, I'm hoping to die with both my boots and the lights on.