Sunday, June 14, 2026

     What would it be like to write like David Hockney’s paints. His art work is showing up everywhere now that he has died. I feel such warmth and joy while experiencing his art work. I want to reach out to touch something I can’t name. How did he do it.

     Saturday is a two nap day. Time to rest and regroup my energies. Each day is new and unpredictable. I am reading THE ELUSIVE BODY, by Alexander Sifferlin.  A study about how medical students learn to make accurate diagnoses.  We have a diagnosis based medical system which has good and bad results. Luckily I have a lot of experiences with the medical world that help me understand this book.

     The magic pink pills are still working to keep my esophagus functioning, my own Strait of Hormuz where food can be blocked from moving forward. Now I take the pill every other day and all is fine. I have spent years avoiding eating with other people because of the unexpected food blockages.

     I am finally coming to the end of THE CLOSER.  A hundred episodes. I have been intrigued by the detectives slowly finding enough clues to put together an accurate picture of the crime. Now I want to move on to a different type of show. I may have to watch the president’s cage fight today for clues to the insanity of our present American life.