This afternoon at the WonderCon in San Francisco, someone went up to a friend of mine and said, "Have you heard anything about Mark? It says on his weblog that he's having major surgery." My friend panicked and raced to phone me. I assured him that I'm just in here with an infection which is being treated with intravenous antibiotics (I have an I.V. line in my arm as I'm typing this so it would be very insensitive to write in and point out typos). As you can see by scrolling down, I posted no such thing here but maybe I shouldn't be surprised. Almost every political posting here brings an e-mail from someone with the same level of reading comprehension.
Really, I'm doing well with this. The lower right leg is now almost the color of the old Crayola light orange crayons and we may see patches of flesh by morning. I'll write more about this stay when I'm not working on a laptop balanced on a tray over my thighs…but the hospital staff is terrific and the room is not depressing and, hey, dinner even tasted like one of the four basic food groups. I don't know which one but it was definitely one of them. Apart from the endless parade of women coming in to stick needles in me, it ain't that bad. I've worked on cartoon shows that were more unpleasant than this.