<html><head></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; "><!--StartFragment--><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:
Helvetica">Solid food today! The doctors advised that I might want to
have somebody bring in something real, since the food here is ghastly. So
Gay brought me a tuna salad sandwich, absolutely wonderful!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:
Helvetica"> </span>I’m still a very leaky vessel, so not quite ready to walk
home. It would be unwise to spend more than an hour out of reach of a
bathroom.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:
Helvetica"> </span>A week of this is plenty, though. Enough bed rest, already!
I’m dreaming about that big new eyepiece and hoping to be home before Orion
gets lost in the trees to our west. And a house full of guitars,
slowly easing out of tune. Gay has cleared off the work table in my art
room, ready for oils now as well as watercolor and ink.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:
Helvetica"> </span>And the novel. Have to modify my work habits for awhile, since
it will be a while before I can bike out ten miles and sit in a coffee
house. Maybe I can put a soiled checkerboard tablecloth on the
table on the porch and have Gay come out every hour or so to heat up my coffee
and ask
Whatcha doin’?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:
Helvetica"> </span>Joe</p>
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