Thursday, April 03, 2008

April 3, 2008
Robert Ray came out again today and hooked up my office account ( so I can finally answer many of the get well emails and zany remarks that have come in from over there. He also hooked me up to the server so I can check the progress of the latest issue.

Trying to be a good boy and take it slow. Kathy put a sign over our front door that says, "No Stress Zone." When I was asking Robert about a layout problem we are having for the cover, he said, "Calm down, I don't want Kathy on me."

She later questioned me on how much work I did yesterday, with this caveat: "I didn't sleep six days in that emergency room chair for you to mess this up." For all of you who know Kathy, you correctly guessed she didn't use the word "mess."

Numerous friends have pointed out how lucky I was that I had my heart attack in a public place where so many knew CPR. I'll give the skinny on those who jumped in, tomorrow. Here's an Associated Press article from Monday that clearly backs up that point:" Three-fourths of the 166,000 cardiac arrests that occur outside hospitals each year happen at home, and only 2 percent of victims survive."

You can call me one Lucky Dawg.

"Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine."
—Old Vaquero Saying

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