Post-Surge

Day 12, and I'm still lying around. Surgery went fine. I'm still tired in mind and body. Sleeping and watching post-Katrina on TV. Feeling luxurious in my comfortable convalescence as I see again and again the wreckage of lives on the Gulf Coast. I'm sad especially for New Orleans. The novel I've recently finished, COBALT BLUE, is set there for the last third of the story. The spirit of New Orleans is immortal; I can't believe otherwise.