Two years ago this week, I underwent surgery to have a tumor the size of a pinball removed from my brain.
The fact that I'm even able to type these words is nothing short of a miracle, to say nothing of the admittedly miniscule thought process necessary to pull them out of my ass in the first place.
You'll forgive me if I take this opporunity to republish the columns I wrote a year or so ago dealing with the time leading up to and immediately following my operation.
Outside my window right now, it's a beautiful day.
It's good to be alive.
Where Is My Mind? (Part 1) -- 10.12.06
Where Is My Mind? (Part 2) -- 12.26.06