I’ll bet he feels jollier than I do.
I am trying to finish writing Ozias, Prince Enthroned. So close to being finished! And so many obstacles strewn in the way. I also had another typically bad nooze story to report, but didn’t have time before I had to go to the hospital.
I will try not to write about this every day, my readers will get tired of it. Five weeks of this. They make you stick your face into a kind of rubber toilet seat, shins up, back bent–fantastically uncomfortable. I pray Mr. Cancer will find it even more uncomfortable than I do.
(St. Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital is actively promoting sodomy to children. And contraceptives. There. Do you wonder why I didn’t have the heart to write it up?)
Just now I feel totally worn out. Oh! And they’ve brought back the masks. Everybody has to wear them at the hospital. Allow 60 seconds for sighs of frustration.