Recovery day 2

E. and I have oft mused together over our mother's dimension-warping abilities. In a three-dimensional room, she can pack 3.2 dimensions of fabric, for example. Fractally. Somehow. None of her children has yet figured out this ability. When confronted with a need for band-aids and antibiotic ointment, she was able -- Mary Poppins style -- to pull band-aids out of several long-lost, archival compartments of her suitcase. Then she supplemented them with more medical tidbits from the 3.3-dimensional (and cross-referenced, for easy location!) car.

My camera has entered terminal failure. Pictures of the unveiling pending.


This post's theme tea I plan to design: the "supplicating botanist."

Recovery night 2

"Life is a process which may be abstracted from other media." John Von Neumann

Pain is a major part of my life, so pain must be abstractable as well. What is my knee pain without the medium of my knee? Existentialism creeps in where sleep does not.


This post's theme word: anodyne, "relieving pain."