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….