Apologies for my political-writing sloth of late, especially today's. This morning I've been burdened by a particularly disagreeable load of at-home, post-operative chores (open-wound bandagings, tube flushings, injections, ileum care-takings) which in reality are not that burdensome — unless one is a wuss, as I, apparently, am. All that, plus standing in the shower for 10 minutes — a damn-near herculean task for, well, a wuss — has me worn back to supineness, momentarily at least. And I still need to take a walk. Two or three, actually.
Additionally, I'm trying to get caught up with more than two weeks' mail, much of which revolves around my daughter's financial aid arrangements for college next year. All I can say about that is thank God for Pell grants and independent scholarships and the like, since a certain father's financial contribution couldn't cover a week's worth of higher-education costs.
In brief, however, I am recovering, bit by bit — the ultimate goal being my third and final surgery, which I dearly hope can occur within the next two months. That may be overly optimistic, but even weak-kneed wusses can dream. Meanwhile, I am regaining some strength, and plan on writing politically within a very short span.
Please bear with me. Thank you.