SUNDAY POET BRAIN SURGERY
Tired night so not as much of an improvement as the past few days trying to type. But still what a long way to have come already. (Typing with my left finger is faster). Also was able to read a paragraph out of a TIME to myself for the first time silently (I got back being able to read out loud a few days ago).
Unfortunately (phew, that was a chore to get right), the article was about Sarah Palin. How did it ever come to this. Oh well, out of my control.
(PS: I feel almost guilty for all the concern and worry I've caused family and friends. A kind of survivor's guilt thing, which is interesting. But mostly the calm of not being able to control events beyond the moment. The ultimate spiritual surrender.)
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