I’m back at Phoebe Ministries for another round of recuperative therapy and rehab following my third pneumonia smack-down in as many years. Phoebe, located in Allentown, PA stands as a testament to the concept that skilled nursing care is not an oxymoron. Yes, the food still leaves something to be desired (I was here exactly one year ago), but the people are nothing short of amazing – I’ve never met more dedicated, helpful and happy aides, nurses, doctors and admin staff. I highly recommend the 100+ year-old Christian chronic care/rehab community.
I watched the 3-hour Republican candidate’s debate. It was delicious. “The Donald” was as entertaining as always in his clown campaign to save democracy from itself. And he appears to be succeeding.
Almost everyone I’ve ever shared my dreams with has described (in detail) what I’ll call the “ill-prepared test” scenario as a recurrent theme. That’s where you find yourself walking into a classroom with a sinking feeling that you failed to study for an immanent exam (My version of the dream includes me standing in my underwear) . I find it surprising that so many successful baby boomers seem to share a gene for this kind of self-repression slumber. Any comments?