beautiful toenails, don't you think?

I don't feel like writing my now. My head feels... funny. And I'm tired. And it's hard to type while lying down.

But I was very touched to check my email and see all your good wishes. Thank you so much. I really knew, as I was waiting at the hospital and then going into surgery, that lots of people were thinking about me. And that helped.

I'm really looking forward to having time to write. I think I'll be blogging more, lettering more, and hopefully venturing into fiction a bit more.

I have already read an entire book since my surgery. Don't get too impressed. It was short and easy. But I'm recommending it to everyone except Jess because she already read it and recommended it to me. I loved it so much that I kept wanting to read parts aloud to my mom, who is here with me. And even though I read most of it to her, she's now reading it herself. I can hear the pages turning, once every 3-10 seconds. Really, it's a quick read.

Reading aloud is funny and hard, for a couple reasons. My speaking aloud volume interpretation seems a little off. Like, my own voice sounds REALLY loud in my head. Even if I whisper. Almost so loud I can't hear myself, and definitely so loud that I can't hear anything else. And the effect seems to be cumulative. The longer I talk, the worse it gets. The other problem is something I'm a litle more experienced with. My throat is kind of scratchy, I guess from breathing dry oxygen from a mask or something, so my voice is hoarse.

More later. But probably not today.