I've been thinking a lot. I've thought about chemo, about God and Providence, friendship, charity and dependency, about happiness and how to get it, about Grandma's linen closet and why painting The Real is important.
I've been dreaming too. Had a bunch of really horrible nightmares the first couple of days after coming home, but that's over now, and was probably all about being sick and poisoned.
Soon, I'll tell y'all about the blue nuns' infinitely expanding library, and maybe, if you're very good, about the Amazing Magic Sewing Machine. It needed fixing, but after I found an American monk who was also an expert machinist, who built me a motor small enough to fit in a walnut shell, it worked great.
I've not forgotten you. More to come.