I tried to photograph the cut finger from a few weeks ago, but the iPhone simply fails at such detail. What the photo would have conveyed is that the wound is very nearly healed, and then I was going to go on to explain that it actually still hurts, rather a lot, when pressed on really hard. But that the only time I have occasion to press really hard really specifically on that one particular spot is when I floss. That’s EXACTLY where I hold the floss, it turns out.
Other than that, it’s much better. Absolutely very nearly perfectly healed: you can hardly see it.
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My knee, on the other hand, photographed just fine:
It’s getting uglier, and healing perfectly. I forget it’s there unless I lean on it, which is all to the good.
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A year-in-review post is still beyond me. How long is this going to go on? I’m going to have to break it down into parts and pieces, I think. Starting tomorrow. Maybe.
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I dropped Jay off at the airport a few hours ago, and am now alone for the first time in about a week and a half, I think. For an introvert, I certainly do seem to spend a lot of time with people, don’t I?
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We had a very lovely and very intense visit. First with the Child here, and Mark for a bit; then out at Sea Ranch with my aunt; then at Dave and Spring’s party; then alone, at the end, today. As Jay has mentioned, we had some deep conversations–about cancer, and life, and love, and everything. Parting was hard tonight, though I am going to see him again in three days. For now, I am taking stock, enjoying stillness, and waiting for the next thing to happen.
Onward.