For the last few nights, rather than writing or doing anything at all (gathering receipts for my medical “flex spending” account comes to mind), I’ve promptly post-dinner dozed on the couch.

It’s probably the headache I’ve had all day, or maybe the fresh, clean, springtime pollen that’s inflating my histamine count and sinus tissue. I am just damn sluggish. Even getting up to go to bed now, because I’d have to rise from the couch, feels like work.

Ah well. Perhaps tomorrow I will have energy. Perhaps tomorrow, I can hypochondriacally search out information on pacemaker devices. I’m not allowing myself to worry that we’ll soon have a part-cyborg in the family, a la Dick Cheney. I hope he doesn’t decide to invade another country post-operatively. Although I did recommend drinking the blood of Iraqi children afterwards, because clearly there’s some black magic that keeps the VP’s fragile heart ticking and humming along.

In other words, pacemakers and heart surgery are scary. But, with technology, possibly powered by M.’s company, there are ample reasons for hope.

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