40 days and 40 nights. It seems that for now, the rain has stopped. When the waters will recede, and when our dove will return with an olive branch, we do not know. At least we aren’t cooped up in a prototype ark with pooping elephants.
Yesterday’s CT scan shows no new bleeding in Aaron’s brain. We hear nothing of the findings from the scouting foray into the enemy’s bone marrow camp.
Aaron sits up and motions for the laptop; he goes on-line. (Wi-fi is thankfully available, though spotty.) He wants to edit the blog. He can read 12 point Times New Roman at 150%. (A week ago, he could not read at all.) The keyboard is still challenging. He tires after a few minutes, and must lie back down.
Web-guru/gaming-buddy Nathan first connects a VCR, then rigs the Xbox to further pervert the hospital room TV. Aaron’s not up to playing, but watches and pantomimes along with the first few scenes of “Fellowship of the Ring”.
The L.A. film festival has been going on for several days. Westwood village, with a dozen theaters 10 minutes walk from the room 1041, plays host and premiers “Superman Returns”. In Room 1041, the real superman is returning.