Deep thanks to Bruce, who hauled me over the mountain to the Pardee Emergency Clinic when I was helpless and afraid, and then came back and brought me home in time for supper. Deep thanks to Robert Bryant, who found out what was really wrong before it killed me. Thanks to Pete, my nurse, who knows where the veins are.Thanks to Wilder Little, who voted to spring me from hospital tonight. He stands pretty big in my book. Special thanks to Susan, the volunteer, who can kill you with a smile
It looks like Rosemary may be getting her manuscript on time, after all. Sometimes, all it takes to make a good day is to survive it.