August 29, 2021:
They're going to release me.
I can walk now, I can stand long enough to fix a sandwich. In a few days I'll be strong enough to drive. What doesn't kill you makes you older. It didn't, I am. It's no longer necessary to be looked after just for that.
I've loved it here. Everyone is kind, they bring me dinner. It's been a vacation of sorts. Twelve days of someone else's responsibility.
In the outside world the forests and small towns are burning. It's not safe to open windows, there's asbestos in the air, and fiberglass. It's the end of days, but I have more days. I pray for productivity.