Four hours ago I was driven home from Smilow to Wilton. As noted, the surgery began around 2 pm yesterday and ended four hours later. Basal cell carcinoma removed from an area behind my left ear, and skin from my left shoulder grafted onto the half-dollar-sized vacancy. As we speak there’s a drainage tube inserted within the shoulder wound. It feels like I’ve been stabbed, and the knife was never pulled out. Or like I’ve been shot. A guy who recently went through something similar says “it’s the anesthesia that you really need to recover from.” I tried writing a couple of things at the hospital and again after I got home, but my system was too dopey. I kept nodding off and coming back. Mobility-wise I am Kharis, the mummy. This might be my lightest filing day since launching HE 14 years ago.
Day: December 5, 2018
“Yeah, But I Won’t Be Here”
The headline quote was allegedly voiced by Donald Trump in early 2017, when senior officials tried to explain the ominous nature of the burgeoning national debt (currently at $21 trillion), including a “hockey stick” spike sometime in the mid 2020s. In response, Trump allegedly noted that “the debt would reach a critical mass only after his possible second term in office.” This according to a first-hand source who spoke to The Daily Beast‘s Asawin Suebsaeng and Lachlan Markay. Trump said “Yeah, but I won’t be here.”
Day Late, Dollar Short
I was under a strong anesthetic when the news broke yesterday about Kevin Hart hosting the Oscars, and today was mostly about states of woozy-groggy, pain medication, slipping in and out of the cave and not glancing at my reflection in a mirror of any kind. So let’s pretend the Hart announcement happened a few hours ago. The first reactions were approving. Then came the short Oscar jokes followed by the unrepentant homophobia stuff. I presume Hart is going to weather the pushback, but you can bet he’ll be taken to task over the next several weeks. Thoughts?