How Am I Doing?
Friends have been asking. Family members have phoned. Apparently, I have been remiss in keeping you all up to date on the progress of my physical self. Allow me to rectify the situation. I'm doing just fine. Three years ago this week I had one sip of wine to celebrate my birthday. I'd been teetotalling since the bullets flew; that one sip went straight to my head. I sported an idiotic grin for the rest of the night, a living and breathing advertisement for the inadvisability of mixing alcohol with narcotics. I was unable to drive myself, nor locomote without a walker or a wheelchair. My exercise regimen consisted of flexing and pointing my toes. On the upside, I didn't cook or clean or do laundry. My mailbox was full of cards and letters and my inbox held greetings from long lost friends and relatives. I needed lots and lots of stationary and was forced to shop for that which makes me happiest - pens and paper. In many ways, life was good....