I had surgery last week to repair a hernia. Man, nothing will make you feel old like having a "hernia." That's something I associate with my grandpa, not me. This experience has me looking right in the eyes of middle age. I texted mk the other day, "I don't want to die."

Yesterday, a person asked me what I would do with my life if I was wealthy and didn't need money? I replied that I would continue to support research to end aging and age-related decline. It's nuts to me that there isn't a, "Manhattan project," who's sole mission is to eradicate aging. I truly believe future generations will marvel at the fact that we just accepted aging as a given.

I'm sore. The first three days were rough. They prescribed Hydrocodone, which is an opiate. It was immediately clear to me as to why there is an opioid epidemic. The stuff makes you feel very, very good. Like a warm hug. Thankfully, they didn't prescribe too much or too little. By day 3 they were gone and the pain was totally manageable. Sneezing hurts. Laughing hurts. But I can already tell that I'll be stronger once I heal than I felt prior to surgery.

The company is doing well. We are growing a new product line which should provide enough revenue for us to pursue some ambitious clinical work. Not a, "Manhattan Project," but at least some steps forward. Headed to Northern Michigan for much of the summer. Hope you are all doing well. Onward!