After all the medical adjustments of last month, I am pleased to announce I am much improved. Norma took a picture:
Nor am I troubled by Norma's enigmatic encouragement over the past decade: "I plan to fix you up a bit more before I sell you." I consider this on a level of affection consistent with my grandmother's gentle voice from childhood, "Eu te amo. Não fique piolhos (I love you. Don't get lice)."
I may have a crazy cross-eyed Houdini head now but am much improved. Or perhaps this is the "before" picture. Let's see, Corbis/Bettmann, 1918...Yes, it is. And clearly, there are many incentives for improvement. There is much yet to be done in this electronic age. Someone must invent personal drones to airlift us out of unfortunate locations, sensors to open our front and back gates to let low-flying aircraft through our yards and, of course, edible batteries to keep pollution from our landfills. So many reasons to stay healthy, and I intend to do just that.