For once, let’s not bury the lede: 

Last week I had my second non-heart attack. 

It was a minor one. I treated it myself with nitro and aspirin, which drove down my blood pressure quickly and effectively, and I went to bed expecting to wake up the next morning. Which I obviously did. 

(For those who missed it, the first was more serious and it happened last August http://harryjconnolly.com/i-am-rushed-to-the-emergency-room-and-other-news-tidbits/ .)

There’s no need for advice or well-wishing. My doctor and my wife are already helping me do what I need to do, almost all of which I have already been doing, and they are appraised of all of the little details I’m managing. 

If you do feel the need to say something, reach out to someone you love to let them know what they mean to you. 

Anyway, that sort of scare is why I’m trying to finish this last 20P novel, although this added stress and exhaustion is not exactly making me more productive. And as I’ve been saying, revisions for this book have been extensive.

It’s funny. Just now as I was sitting in the library, revising a scene, I’d come to the “afternoon doldrums” part of the day, and I was half-nodding off right at the table in the public place. It was the kind of tired that takes you right from your waking life into a kind of dream. After the third time I shook it off, I realized that I couldn’t tell the difference between the story in the book and the story in my dream. That’s when I decided to get this post done, although I won’t post it until tomorrow because it needs to be tidied up.

Okay. I’m going to get back to it. Remember, please, that I have a Patreon and a mountain of gratitude for my supporters.