OK, so here's what happened. A year ago I had open heart surgery. That sort of put a crimp in my reading plan among other things. I didn't actually have a heart attack, but during a routine check-up I told my doctor I had been having some pain on my right side under my rib cage. I had thought it was IBS which I had before (during grad school) and though it used to be on the left and had moved to the right it seemed like the same type of pain. Cramping that radiated outward from an area under my ribcage near my gall bladder. Well, long story short, the doctor thought it sounded like IBS too, but in the interest of completeness scheduled me for a stress test and a colonoscopy. The stress test showed I had a blockage. A subsequent heart catherization showed it was substantial, and that it couldn't be stinted, so a few days later I was in the Cleveland Clinic getting cut open and pried apart for triple bypass. That all went pretty well (at least I got out of the colonoscopy). Until I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck, but because of allergies to most of the pain meds available I basically had to suck it up and suffer. Vicodin. I could take Vicodin.

I had, naively, thought my recovery would be a chance to kick back and catch up on my reading and DVD watching. Hah! Between the pain, the mind scrambling after-effects of the anaesthetic, and the Vicodin nod I was on I couldn't concentrate on anything as complicated as a toothpaste commercial let alone read a novel or watch a whole movie. So that sucked. But anyway I'm back and all better and it hasn't really taken me a year to get my shit back together, but I was never exactly super-blogger to begin with so, here we go again.