So.

I miss a lot of things, convalescing. 
However, the amaryllis did bloom
on Christmas. 

After the first two weeks, all this
gets so dreadfully dull.  I’m reading
Nancy Mitford, and not even that
is helping a great deal.  Except
that I am saying things like
“dreadfully dull” and “a great deal.”

I listened to the compilation dear Matty
made for me, today, and I had only heard
one of those Avett Bros. songs.  Those
brothers just understand sadness.
I’ve decided that they understand
‘the Eternal Yes’ as well, though,
as do I.  That mix was so wonderful.

I want to be out riding horses,
playing the piano, shaking hands,
touring the Bodleian, walking
the Salt March road. 

This is the first time I’ve been so
annoyed about the whole thing.
But.  Ahem.  I can wait.  Now I have
complained thoroughly in a public
place, I’ll feel better and come back
later and delete this post.