I’m going to have to stop writing for a while. I did something again to my right wrist—the hand that I type and write with and the one I use for just about every other function. The last time it happened, I went to a physical therapy doctor, had xrays, MRI, etc., and they couldn’t find anything—just like this last episode where I thought I was having a heart attack or whatever it was and the results: nothing. It's a good thing to find nothing. So I’ve come to a small conclusion—I say small since I’m still trying to understand it—that I need to lay low with everything.
To think of not writing nearly makes me insane, so I need to look deep and contemplate. I can’t say how long I’ll be at “rest” so bear with me. Maybe you can help me in some way to figure things out.
I love you.
P.S. Pecking at one key at a time with your left hand (if you’re right handed) is a bit time consuming and slightly annoying. But like the tattoo on your grandaughter's foot; This too shall pass.