I'm So Vain

After all these years, it's now clear Carly was singing to me. Got to thinking about the leg last night and how the plan was never to show it, to always wear long pants. One day of summer altered that. And it really doesn't look so bad, certainly no worse than what is seen every day of summer and sometimes out of season. But that's on others; it was never -- I was determined -- going to be on me. That and much else has changed as a result of my January nap. One shred of vanity remains -- I draw the line at wearing shorts with my "medical legwear," despite the packaging it came in with the photo of the attractive blonde sitting at her desk, legs stretched out to show hers.

But overall the leg and everything else continues much better. I feel spacey far less often, don't lose my train of thought as much, energy level slowly building up. No call from Dr. F. so I assume that means the CT scan had no significant negative results, although I will call her office again tomorrow. And, in the best news, both Dr. M. and Dr. W., who was in charge of my case in the hospital, have given the thumbs up to the summer travel plans. Just got a call from T. in Luanda, inquiring whether we would be going to see them in Tel Aviv as planned. I assured him it was on. Life is instantaneous if you seek it out. He knew all about the car bomb in Times Square. Since I never watch TV news, I only learned of it this AM when I opened the apt door and saw the Times headline.