As some of you have

December 22, 2003

As some of you have noticed my missives are arriving more like morse code than a steady stream. I wonder what they’re saying on the code level. My creative energies have gone elsewhere as I attempt to channel the spirit of all things I don’t get at all. I don’t look back on much that I’ve written but when I do I hope to find a general sense of hope and beauty in there somewhere. As each prognosis is delivered to me with stiffer lips and shakier hands I still try to hear only the good parts. If I stop thinking too hard the good feeling will eventually come to me. It is a sophisticated form of denial. I’ll try to write in the next little while but I’m hopping off sometimes to have some fun with the family. To all of you I know and all the anonymous lurkers . . . Merry Christmas, Chanukah, Quansa or whatever excuse you have to decorate, shine a light, eat, drink, think, rest, and love each other.