From June 8, 2020 was feeling better enough over the weekend to want to write, to get back to work on a Merton book I’m penning with the help of a good friend. My laptop had become so hot I could have cooked eggs on it; so, turned it off, laid on the couch, and did some reading, with the…
From June 7, 2020 It seems I’m going from no air to underwater. While each day, my health picture brightens, and hopefully within a day or two, my recovery will be complete.
From June 6, 2020 It was last Monday night. Nurse Rose was looking at my bookcase. She asked, “Don’t you have a Bible.” I told her I had one. It was the African Bible. She pulled it off the shelf and began thumbing through it.
From June 5, 2020 Whenever Nurse Rose begins a sentence with, “Me don’t like it when…” I know I’m about to get an unpleasant earful, usually about some staff person.