One year ago today: February 26, 2025, dead at 29.
Five years ago today: February 26, 2021, kickbacks are standard.
Nine years ago today: February 26, 2017, quiche in the oven.
Random years ago today: February 26, 2009, Dade’s last character store closes.
Home, and what a treat. They had cut off my electric and wifi, but my finances were in order. So I was downtown moving around mighty slow. Today’s highlights are pale, I bought a pizza because of my salt craving and settled in to catch up on mostly a ton of email. Once again, I was taken by the silence all day long. One of the true pleasures of leaving Miami. This is offset by the new daily chores of pills and bandages. But the option to crawl under the electric blanket and forget the world, that is class.
xKnowing I’d stay put, I paid for extra bytes this month to watch movies on my office computer, the most comfortable one to sit at. I’m ready for two weeks of nothing. That is partly why I decided to show you this “hospital picture” revealing the damage to my left arm from the constant needles. Even lacking clear close-ups, you can see the spots and wounds besides the bruising. The dark splotch is discoloration of the various tapes and stickers.
Toward the end, I balked at routine tests. If I feel anything or show symptoms, fine, but I had to put a stop to the “just checking” bunch. Trust me, this is really cutting down on the photos and matters I could be reporting over this last four weeks.
Lobster rope art.
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Overall, I’m where I expected except for the fatigue. The last remaining complication is the slow-healing leg wound. I have not walked into the back yard to check on anything yet. From here, everything looks in place. The numbness in my fingertips is slowly fading, but make that very slowly. And the weather was perfect. Such was my day.
