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I took this picture only a couple of weeks ago, walking home through Central Park. I was happy and at peace, staring down into a stream, which happens to be one of my favorite things in the world to do. Just stare and stare and stare into a stream. I fantasize about having a small house on a stream some day.
I’ve been working day and night, getting this book ready to send to my editor tomorrow, and even though I could probably get a good eight more hours in I think I have to stop. There are always things that could be made better, but I don’t think I can do them now. I just “fixed” one part and actually made it worse, and thank God I still had the earlier version. It’s just so hard to stop trying when it’s still not perfect. That said, I am pretty freaking thrilled with it. The stories I managed to find! I’ve said it a million times, but I can’t believe I’m getting to tell this story.
Thank you Howard Mittelmark for helping me with the end. Thank you Eleanor Mills and Zach Elder at the Special Collections Library at Duke for hunting down that letter for me at the very last minute and in time to include it.
Okay, I’m going to stop now. This is me stopping. Nope, I’m not working any more. I’m going to lay on the couch and watch Flip This House and How Do I Look? for the rest of the day.
Did you ever find out about your MRI?
I only got a preliminary report, and my doctor never got the films. After a bunch of phone calls and faxes I finally told them to just hold on to them and I am going down to the hospital to pick them up and hand carry them to the doctor myself. Insane. They said I have a torn cartilage, AND tendonitis AND busitis and that’s without looking at ths spot where it really hurts!
I never had an injury or anything, so I don’t understand how this happened. But at least it’s not arm cancer.
Thank you for asking!
torn cartilage AND tedonitis AND bursitis ???
in one arm ???
appears that someone at your gym is working you a bit too hard.