I was driving to work this morning in the cold and gray, cursing Portland’s quotation marks around “summer” and trying to breathe through the thumps of anxiety in my chest. Everything felt desperate and impossible. Felt like I’d never again be able to animate the muscles of my face. I Continue Reading
Trying to play “Cluck o Hen” for some scaredy chickens
Please come back Chickens- this song is for you!
Off the Hammock
So on the 28th they are going to put me back into a tube. Scan my chest. Create another picture like the one that started all this. And the doctors will marvel at the 3 dimensional detail of it all. They like to go slice by millimeter slice. (I really Continue Reading