rhona had a blood clot on her brain. i think they drained it, i think she's ok. there isn't much reason toward the end, nor much need of it. shapes become colors then sounds, hearing is the last to go. when you die your ghost still hears the people in the room. so be careful. i called ma down in trumplandia. they think biden's a socialist down there. i tell ma i'm lucky i'm a misanthrope, but i'm not, it's just that people en mass exasperate life and often they are better as books and movies, or collaborations at a distance. touch is still necessary. if you can't hug people now, and it's strange to want to hug outside and be repulsed by the danger and trying to embrace somebody leaning back with your eyes, you can still hug dogs i say, i don't mind what people say, go ahead and hug their dogs. what are they gonna say?