This post will be short, but happy. Today is Thanksgiving Day and I am in the hospital, short one lobe of my right lung. I am typing this with one finger on my Samsung smart phone and happy to be doing it. I am alive and, for the moment, able to breathe without the aid of a ventilator or an oxygen mask. When I can get access to a desk, my computer, and am free of the remaining devices to which I am attached, I will write more about my good fortune. I will write about my attitude, which ranges from joy and ecstacy to fear and rage, from thankfulness to anger, from gratitude to a sense of powerlessness like none I have ever felt before.
I miss my daily conversations with myself, undertaken from the tips of my fingers. Despite my joy, this inability to sit at my computer and type is maddening.