Apparently I’m indestructible. I made it home although I only remember about six days of the three 1/2 weeks I was in the hospital and have also forgotten several days before the accident. I also died for a few minutes and had to be resuscitated, which is rather annoying as I’m curious as the next person about life after death, tunnels of light and all that…don’t remember *that* either. But despite my cockroach ability to keep going after being squashed I am embarrassingly weak. I can shower but not wash my own hair, which is just too long and I’m getting it whacked off the second I’m strong enough to sit for an hour in a salon chair. There are people in the hospital that have my butt crack memorized from those gowns, people in the hospital that wiped my butt, and general indignities all around. And everyone of them was nice as could be and that’s more than I can say I would be in the face of butt-wiping as part of my job. I had great care, which is probably the only reason I made it home. Jayda was beyond wonderful keeping everyone updated and a better webmistress and friend there could not be. I know we’d started compiling a list of winners from the contest and was set to send out prizes. I don’t remember if I actually did. But I will check with her and if not, I will get on that. It may take me a bit of time, but I know you’ll be patient. You’ve all been so wonderful I can see from the many, many comments. I’m humbled. Well, it wouldn’t be like me to be too humble :> but I am truly so touched and the luckiest writer in the world to have the fans I have. And now this one blog has wiped me out and it’s time for a nap. I’m glad to be home!