black macleod

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Early on Friday my broadband and digital cable went out and I spent the weekend talking on the phone to Glenda and tapping sentences into a paper I'm beginning to see will not work out. I haven't checked email in several days, but today's the day. Ever afraid of what you might find there when you haven't looked in a few days? (What haven't I done now?) Late last night the cable gurus fixed whatever went wrong and ta-da! the disappearing woman is back. I thought I'd be off line until Tuesday when I will have already packed up my car to drive the fourteen hours to Ithaca, NY--I thought I'd sneak into my office early Tuesday morning to leave an update for you--all of you--before heading out.

The surgery as far as we know went well, though there is some lag time now between her healing and her knowing for certain, and in the time since, a persistent migraine and more soreness than she'd anticipated. Chris has made her take the rest of the month off and she tells me this involuntary vacation arrives just as On Demand digital comes to their household. I think she is not yet feeling well enough for all day chick flicks, but headache be damned she's working on it. I wish she were the sort to enjoy narcotic pain killers, but she's doing pretty well on hogging everybody's favorite reclining chair in the living room and other forms of entertainment that come with a great sense of humor. It's not okay to hide the potato chips from your children, I said. Yes it is, she said, because I want to eat them.

And there's not a doubt in my mind that all your good vibes helped. She doesn't keep up with this blog (the woman hardly does email), but when she is well, I'll show her your posts.

And now I must find a cat-sitter.