Posthuman Blues

I'm at a coffee shop, my first solo venture "out" since the operation. I'm doing pretty good; most of the air used to inflate my abdomen has worked its way out of my arm and neck, leaving only the expected hassle with the incisions. (Fortunately I have a bottle of prescription-strength Motrin I've never used.) I have a visit with the doctor Monday and fully expect a clean bill of health.

Thanks to everyone who's written with their best wishes. They meant a lot, and I appreciate all of them.

Hope to see some of you in Halifax in a couple weeks.