The more observant of you may have noticed that there was no Saturday posting on Noirish, and that since last Wednesday I’ve been neither replying to comments here nor posting comments elsewhere.
This is because I’ve spent the past several days in hospital with pulmonary oedema (note fancy Brit spelling) as a consequence of congestive heart failure (itself thought to have been a consequence of a minor heart attack we didn’t notice, but that’s another story). This all sounds a lot grimmer than it actually is: the oedema seems essentially to have been treated and done, and congestive heart failure is regarded these days as eminently treatable . . . otherwise I’d not be home already, would I?
The next few days will perforce be quiet ones. I’ll mount a post on Wednesday, according to schedule, if I feel like up to it; otherwise know that I’ll be lazing in bed, reading good (and not so good) books and every now and then plaintively asking Pam to peel me a grape. Normal service will be resumed in the fairly near future.
And I’m home in time for our wedding anniversary — our 18th, so there. Alas, not in time for the fancy-schmancy (and remarkably heart-healthy!) anniversary noshup, which is being postponed until tomorrow.