No. Six weeks since the last one?

One of the odd aspects of this brain surgery world is that days, then weeks, can drift by and you don't really even notice that you aren't doing what you should.  Used to be, over the past few years or so, that I felt bad about backing off from Strays and my other ways of tossing out mostly non-legal ideas.  But after the serious crap shoot in December, and especially over the recent six weeks of brain zap, I didn't really feel bad about quiet and non-reply.  I just saw the days and nights go by, and let notes from dear people go unanswered, and just thought, oh.  Did my life really consistent mostly, and without regret, of getting zaps and conversation at a hospital and otherwise watching the tube?

Well, I'd better return to more that that or pretty soon I will wish that December 23 had been the finale (as, for a few weeks, I wasn't sure it wasn't - an interesting time - wondering if this was post-surgery or post-everything, a sort of dream).  But naa, I'm still alive and it's all been just one life, bouncing from Cleveland to Concord to Princeton to Boston, back to Cleveland, to St. Louis, to Washington DC, back to St. Louis, to London, back to St. Louis, to Hong Kong, back to St. Louis.  More or less, and so far.

Many places still to go to, if not to inhabit.  Maybe not a lot of time to get there, though, and flying from continent to continent would undermine an option I have thought about so often, my version of Travels with Charley - a work that was as important to me, decades ago, as any, but which did not involve world air travel.  At least as to the far-off stuff, maybe it will be better to follow Stevens, do it mostly by thought.  We'll see, no decisions right away, but I can't and don't want to wait for long.