I woke up already, maybe for the day, to change ice-packs on a cut of unknown size, covered in a dressing that surely exceeds the size of… Read more “Still feeling it . . .”
I have no idea, and I mean it this time! All I remember is a gurney (I guess it is mine for now) beginning to roll, and… Read more “The Path is/was/ever shall be Straight, and The Ice Pack Leaks and Becomes One with the Flow.”
First, it’s time for me to face it: pre-surgery skin prep. It’s true, I must undergo a minor intrusion into the continuous surface of my epidermal (ugh… Read more “Straight Paths and More than an Idea”
It’s because of the yeast, that rising that makes bread turn into bread. I do not eat much bread these days, but it’s a matter of discipline… Read more “Rising”
Morning-waiting-on-the-bus news: https://www.escoe.ac.uk/wp-content/uploads/2018/06/EM2018-Brynjolfsson-et-al.pdf
Grimm and Dire have no face; I see strength, kindness, grace. Beauty holds my hand today. Nothing further can I say . . . “Summer’s Spring” ©… Read more “Summer’s Spring”
First, how is it that just as I finally sat down to write this evening (okay it’s night, not even evening, but I am sitting down) Elgar’s Rosemary came… Read more “One of a kind . . .”
Shade . . .