Sorry for the recent lack of postings. My COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease) staged its annual Spring flare-up last week. I’ve come to think of this yearly coughing-my-lungs-out festival as an early sign of the change of seasons, sort of like seeing the first robin of the year, or the first crocuses. Only, instead of hopeful and cheery, it’s gruesome and depressing.
That said, this year’s edition was nowhere nearly as bad as last year’s, which turned into pneumonia, and sent me on an extended visit to what I thought of as the Ronald Reagan Suite. (That’s the Intensive Care Unit at George Washington University Hospital. Following the 1981 assassination attempt, President Reagan was taken to the GWU ICU.)
Anyhow, 10 days of house-bound yuckiness left me too exhausted, bored, and medicated to write anything, but now I’m back.