No, I’m not hiding. Can’t melt into the background like a chameleon. (Isn’t he a cute little critter, though?)
And Wednesday we’ll do it again. Or something very like it. Taking pictures inside my guts. Just now, my head is spinning. I wonder if I’m allowed to have a cigar. That would calm me down.
Meanwhile, I haven’t scared up any nooze today, and it’d be folly to try to work on my book when I just can’t concentrate. Every little twinge might mean something. Or not.
I’ll do my best to get back to you by late afternoon.