Off.

Before all my medical mishegas, I had scheduled eight days down in St. Martin. My daughter Hannah works down here in the summers, teaching scuba diving to privileged teen-agers.

We flew down here yesterday--an mild ordeal--and did what you do in the Caribbean. Wade in the pool, swim in the sea, and relax.

Hannah is out sailing with her teens and we likely won't see her until Thursday.

In the meantime, I hope NOT to work, to convalesce and to read.

I'll try to write.

But can't promise anything.