I got home last night. We are still exhausted and a bit in shock, but it is so good to be home; I love it here so much. We are so lucky to live here. I was so glad to be home.

Zinnia was quite rattled; she licked my hand and face for about a half hour, and then I fell asleep and have been asleep since. I am still light-headed, and moving is painful when I move around.

I can feel the healing, though. Later on today, I want to write about some of the extraordinary experiences and people I encountered in the hospital – J., a nurse who worked in a New York City hospital during the beginning of Covid and told me what she saw; George, a dentist who waited too long to get help and had a kind of dementia outbreak in the bed next to me—chronicles of Room 320.

I am in awe of the nurses and doctors who do this work and of the EMS people who come running to save people like me.

In the meantime, I am working to get stronger. I couldn’t resist the morning sun,  I did go out and visit my flowers—pictures to come shortly.

I can’t help it. Maria is keeping a close eye on me and has enlisted the help of my daughter Emma to keep reminding me that concussions can be serious and last a while. Emma is very receptive to the idea and has been lecturing me and threatening me.

I have no chance against these two very powerful women.