April 29, 2008.  Big day, new life, second thoughts, on everything.  It’s an amazing thing when at times you wonder, “Is tomorrow going to be here?”  I’m sure that goes through a lot of people’s minds, at different times, but when you’re lying in a hospital bed with the knowledge that you’re going to get your head drilled into, and a grapefruit sized tumor has to come out, there’s a lot of what I’ve always thought of as “second thoughts’ racing through your mind (or half-mind as it seems). As funny as it may seem from all of that, things actually seem to make sense.  I’ve had a lot of things that…