At last I can read emails without this machine shutting down.
First caused by my ancient router, then a dying fan and finally some unknown perversity announcing every two minutes that "Microsoft has encountered a problem and must close." At times, the primitive part of my brain gibbered at that statement as representing a prophecy, paralled.
He is still in intensive care, still in isolation, still tied to a ventilator, but he is stronger. I believe that out of the miasma of pain, drugged dreams and debility he has found himself again and with that identity, the will to fight.
I begin to hope that I may bring him home.
I come home from the hospital each day exhausted. Many of you will understand that, for many of you also have stood by a hospital bed holding some dear one's feeble hand and tried to pour through it every bit of energy and life force that you could.
It's a good thing that I have no deadlines at present. They would be met but the product would be abysmal.
I have missed you. Have missed the daily visits to your blogs, the companionship and exhilaration of your thoughts and ideas, and the warmth of your personalities.
Thank you again and again for your kind thoughts, good wishes. and prayers. They are as hearthfire on a bitter night.