Many thanks to numerous readers of my December Diary who emailed in to

express concern about my finger. Exsanguination has now ceased and

there are no signs of infection, so I assume it is to be nothing but

steady healing from now on.

A different (mostly) cohort of readers was not so much concerned with

inquiring about my finger as in giving me one of theirs. I brought

this on myself with my anti-C.S. Lewis remarks. The most imaginative

of these critics, to whom I hereby award one of my virtual prizes,

bundled up several of my recent themes in a suggestion that I (a) be

executed for my Lewisophobia, (b) by my antique table saw, in the

expectation that I shall (c) be made whole again at the Resurrection.

All together now, Hank Williams fans:

On that Resurrection mornin’
When all dead in Christ shall rise,
I’ll have a new body
(Praise the Lord!)
I’ll have a new life….