I still can't write more than a few words because of the leg. If I had my old Sensa pen (with space pen ink), I could write while lying on my back, and then have my sister type it up, or at least have columns ready when I get better, but alas, I lost that pen in 1998. I still mourn her. (She was red, like my heart.)
What sucks is that lying here, when not in agonizing pain, I have all these great ideas. Oh well.
Don't know when I will be better. Maybe never.
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