When I went by she was asleep, as she has been the last few nights. She was frowning in her sleep, not seeming in pain but sad. She woke up fairly easily but seemed in low spirits and a little confused. She'd had a bad day, as they'd drawn blood as well as doing the x-ray, and her veins are so tiny nurses always have to stick her many times before they get a good connection. She said she'd written me a note about it. (On bad days I get her emails by reading them on her computer, as she composes in Word and has to do a cut-and-paste to get the message into her email client.) I couldn't find the note about her day, but we did find what looks like it might become a blog entry about impeaching Bush, and a record of a dream.
She said, "I found a book I want."
"I don't remember."
I found an email where she mentioned a book.
"Team of Rivals?"
Team of Rivals, subtitled "The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln" is the story of how Abraham Lincoln choose a cabinet filled with his rivals for the Republican nomination, and made it work. (Not like Bush, as Marsha pointed out.)
There was no e-book version, so we downloaded an audio version through iTunes, which wasn't very cooperative -- her shopping cart is apparently corrupted on the server. Marsha kept going to sleep as I fiddled with the computer and then while the book was downloading, waking up once to eat a little and another time when the nurse came by with pills. ("Didn't she hear me say she bumped my leg?" I told Marsha I hadn't heard her say that. I don't know if I was distracted or Marsha carried a bit of dream into waking.)
But finally we got her book downloaded and playing, and her headphones on, and as I left she looked so happy, listening to her book about Abraham Lincoln's political skills. I'm not sure what I'd want to listen to, flat on my back, exhausted and maybe trying to breath past pneumonia; but I don't think that would be first on my list. She is amazing.