Writin' on the ceiling.

Thanks for all your prayers and kind notes of care and concern. You can't possibly know how much it all helped.

Ms. Conory is doing surprisingly well. I think, because the worst is over, she's even that much better. You know?

Of course, the pain meds help, too. Just sayin' . . .

So, before we are both tucked in for the night, I've gotta show you this cool thing my friend Alicia taught me to do.

¡uʍop ǝpısdn ƃuıʇıɹʍ ɯ,ı ¡ɐɯ 'ʞool

Isn't that cool?

I don't know why some letters are smaller than others. Might be a hiccup in with Blogspot or something.

Of course, I still don't know how to link to other texts in the comment section, or put accents on French or Spanish words or names, but at least now I can make my exclamation points upside down when I write a sentence in Spanish.

Wanna learn how? Just go here.

I have no idea what earthly good it will do, except, perhaps to impress a few folk, or entertain you when you are so tired you can't see straight anyway.

Okay, it's been a long day. We're off to bed. She's playing Solitare on the lap top and I'm going to catch up on some "It's-not-TV-it's-HBO." I've never seen "The River Wild" (somehow, I missed it) but it's got Kevin Bacon and Meryl Streep so it's gotta be good.

I am so very grateful for your prayers.