After his best night to date (the pain and meds still make it impossible to sleep through, but he’s sleeping more), Mick was full of piss and vinegar today. He said he realized he’d been trying to do too much; there’s a seduction in trying to best your own achievements every day. As a result, today was the best day since the surgery. In the morning he walked all the way around the block, and then across First Avenue, past Sutton Place, and into the little park (if you can call an entirely paved area that) overlooking the river. While we were there, I was able to cajole him into the close-up-with-moustache some of you have been asking for:
Mick's sister Penny and brother-in-law Tim are coming up from Philadelphia tomorrow for a brief visit. Here's to more good days!
If I had known there would be such a good moustache photo out of all this...Mickey looks like a movie star! I am going to be Mickey's agent instead of him being mine. Tell him I want 30% and a martini. Please give him a huge hug from me and tell him we miss him. Love, Jane
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