I am still collecting sunrises. Chest pains and numbness on the left side of my neck have me fearing the worst again. I need rest. But I am still alive. And life is still worth living. And I may not be able to write much today, but I am still living and will do better when I am able. I am working on publishing The Bicycle-Wheel Genius, re-writing page 240 out of about 330. I have to last a little longer for that book. And longer still for the next one.