The day dawns...then leaves me behind. Lack of sleep may be part of it. The tasks, fairly simple ones, associated with trying to flog a book...a reading at the library, one at my Palo Alto congregation...these involve just enough moving parts to confound me. I forget this, don't do that, overlook the other – yet this is no time for screwing about. How many books does one publish? For me, a single volume, appearing at age 65. Time to get cracking. But not today. Today I have the requisite oatmeal Read more [...]

Sunday. By 9:45 AM, the bulk of the work day behind me, I head for the sticks. When we speak of work, we mean physical medicine, of course. I staggered into the shower, with considerable help from Jane, shortly before 7 AM, she flying out the door to hit the pulpit. Lorna, principal in Team Filipina, rushing in to fill the void. Followed by an intense 20 minutes on the exercycle, then my physiotherapy assistant working me over. Accompanied by a chat. I returned from a long-winded evening with Read more [...]