You know: in a foolish, undiscriminating way, I've been happy these last few months. I don't know why. I just am. I love my friends; I love my pupils; I love what I read; I -- dammit -- love my thoughts. I love the taste of oranges.
Thornton Wilder in a letter to Gertrude Stein, Aug 14, 1936

Thursday, March 25, 2010


(Please refer to A Disturbing Phone Call, posted 2/9/10)

--I've done something to my thumb.
--What do you mean?
--I don't know, I've jammed it or twisted it or something. It just hurts.
--When I pick something up or open a jar. Put any weight on it...Now.
--It's arthritis.
--Does it hurt when you rub it?
--It's arthritis.


--It could be carpal tunnel.

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