Coffee and Words

I've reacquired a coffee drinking habit. I've had it in the past, drinking coffee in the morning the writing. It may be a bit of a gross analogy, or a parallel observation, but the words I write while on coffee are ike the urine the coffee produces.

Both flow through me in partnership. Hopefully when they reach others the words invoke feelings, thoughts and even actions.

The urine, of course, is an unwanted byproduct. But the connection between them is undeniable.

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Sunday Starters

So far it is a quiet start to one my favorite mornings of the week. Have read the Times and Post news summaries. Waiting for the activity here to ramp up. Have been thinking of new material for my memoir.

Sometimes I wonder what kind of father I have been. I know I'm very close to my kids and that they love me, but I'm sure I could have been much, much better.

I suppose we all feel the same way.

Because I am deeply into my memoir, my mind keeps moving through the past, incident by incident, face by face.

It's occurred to me recently that  I want to interview some of the keY figures for this book. After all, everyone's memory is unique.

State of Dreams

Yesterday I made good progress on my goals with one disastrous setback. The nurses said to not sweat. it, so I will try again today.

My intention is to convince the deciders to release me and let me go home again. I believe it's a goal almost all patients here share, save for those who are giving up.

For me it's two steps forward, then one back.

If I were a pitcher in the major leagues that might earn me a Cy Young Award. Now that is a positive spin!

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Impeachment

As a political junkie with time on my hands,
I follow the news closely.

Trump has taken a step too far in the Ukraine matter.
He's got to be afraid the GOP Senate may abandon him.

If so he's a goner.

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Turning Point?

Another uncomfortable night.
But I woke up determined to make substantial progress today.
I want to go home and write my memoir.
To be allowed to do that I have to pass certain tests.

If my punctuation seems odd it's because this browser is funky.
As long as my meaning comes through it is cool.
It turns out today is Friday.
I thought it was Saturday.

The caretakers here are remarkable people.
They teach patients how to regain skills.
They show faith in us.
If we listen and try we succeed.

It must take incredible intestinal fortitude.
To do this day after day.
But most of them tell me...
...they love this work.

Hard-working Days; Hellish Nights

The PT-OT is going well. I am eating my meals. My vital signs get checked on a regular basis. Family & friends keep stoppng by -- four last night alone.

I can feel myself going stronger if not yet as confident as would be optimal.

The problem is night. I tr to listen to music. to relax but it rarely works. I nap and wake up in a violent terror. I have nightmares abut streams of germs. Of course my immune system is weak and my lungs are compromised from pneumonia.

The creative issue with my memoir is how much of my personal story to include.

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Good Sfart

 I  an had my first PT nnd  OT visits today. I surprised my by standing uo three times without help