No matter how I tried to spin it intellectually, five days in a hospital room closing in on the end of the cigar-selling season is depressing. Yes, I was there to heal, but the confinement was not my choice. Time stops. Lee Krasner’s biography just sits there. Spiral notebooks remain unopened. Small, plastic cups of apple juice remind me of urine samples. There are no comfortable positions to lie down on the bed. TV is indeed – a wasteland. Throughout my stay, I had no urge for a cigar. None. Pain can divert delightful desires. Only in retrospect was my stay favorable – late December.
I am getting better. My condition is improving. Iced tea will again quench my thirst.
Twenty-four is looking good. Lots of new brands are in my cigar bag.
Merry Christmas.
Let it snow.
Let it snow.
Let it snow.
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