...and feelin' alright. On a low dose of meds and not in pain. And hungry. My dear neighbor Elizabeth Powell sent over dinner of roast pork tenderloin with rosemary, roasted potatoes, salad with champagne dressing and chocolate mousse with raspberries...plus a book and a movie. Oh, and a bottle of Merlot, too, but that was really for Sally Hosta, who had been with me at the hospital since 5 a.m., and who was joined mid-morning by Jean Perin. I've known Sally and Jeannie since the 1980s, when we were all neighbors out in the rolling hills around Upperville, Va.
By late evening I found myself tired but not sleepy, like little children who stay up for too many hours and become wired. After my son came by to check on me, I went to sleep ... 18 hours after starting the day.