And now it's Friday

I do understand it's perfectly normal, which doesn't make it any less disturbing. I've been drawn into an enigmatic vortex in which time / space / cause / effect / linearity -- and a whole bunch of other concepts free-floating around a sparsely inhabited brain -- just don't line up the way they used to.

And if you understood that sentence, I fear for you.

My recovery continues to go well. I'm in very little pain except for the times I work on my lung capacity with the breathing toy, and that hurts. I'm certainly not bed-ridden and can do most things just fine, thank you. I sleep a lot. A lot.

So here's the vortex thing: The world is just ever so slightly tilted and nothing quite makes sense. The unreality of having cancer; of having one of 5 lobes of my lungs removed; of not being able to hold a thought in my head for very long; of not giving a flying fig about local, national, or international events. Much of the time I feel like maybe they goofed in that surgery and took out part of my personality.

Kate, my dear dear friend from from my early 20s (and that was a very long time ago!) is arriving this afternoon to take over babysitting responsibilities from Sherri, and will stay until sometime next week. While the doctor insisted on only 3 days of having someone with me all the time, it's been really wonderful to not be alone through this. Just plain nice to have the company, even though I'm asleep most of the time.

Visitors continue to be welcome -- just call ahead to make sure I'll be awake!

Is anyone reading this? 

I've been told that it's a huge hassle to try to figure out how to leave a comment on the blog. Thank you, Google, for throwing up barriers to communication. Could you maybe drop me an email once in a while to let me know that someone out there is reading this?

Much love to all.