Hospitals and all that

I went into hospital at 0700 hours on Tuesday and was sent home at 1900 hours on Wednesday. All went well though it hurts if I cough. The only untoward moment was on Wednesday afternoon when my sister arrived and announced I was to be taken down to the cafe. So I threw aside the bedcovers only to discover that everything, but everything was bright red. So I pressed the bell and Dorothy disappeared down the corridor yelling for a nurse. But there was nothing at all wrong. 

What went wrong a few days later was the arrival of a nasty cough. But antibiotics have squelched that.  So I am mostly up and about, walking twenty minutes twice a day and trying to decide if I am fit enough to attend a bookbinding course in a week. The tutor is one of my favourite people, Lori Sauer. When you see what she had designed and made, you wonder how she can stand my level of expertise.

I have read a lot. No real energy for doing much else. I bought a copy of Invisible Castle by Italo Calvino and it arrived at lunchtime. Mostly devoured. I am not going to try to define it. But anything by Calvino is worth reading. The images are buzzing round my head.

I have also planned things, discarded ideas, substituted new ones. I have a feeling I am going to have a lot of spare time in the next few weeks. A bit of drawing perhaps? A project plan?