They have called me a couple of times and all is going well. There’s a fifty-fifty chance that he’ll need a pacemaker which is a lot better than a defibbythingy (can’t spell) so I feel a bit relieved.
Last night in the midst of watching the playoffs and being disappointed twice, I got an acceptance from Bitter Oleander and that is a very good thing. They only want one poem out of the MANY I sent them, but it’s a good thing. I am well pleased.
~r.
