The Final Countdown

Still here. According to my surgeon, 7 days = 7 days. No room for negotiation. She's strict, and rightly so. Tomorrow I can go. Okay. I'm almost there.

Listening to The Empress of Mars by Kage Baker.

Reading The Twelve by Justin Cronin.

Writing a story about a post apocalyptic hospital. Hmmmm.

Reese W has been rather naughty, hasn't she?

Tomorrow...