I had a couple of visitors today. On the left is Veronica Gonzalez, one of my reporters. On the right is Bill McIlwain, a great newsman and a good friend.
They stopped by to drop off some food -- pudding and 15-bean soup (Bill said he counted them) -- and see if they could actually understand what I was saying. They seemed like they did. Or maybe they were just nodding politely. No, really, they could understand most of what I was mumbling.
I head to Chapel Hill again tomorrow to see if I get to ditch these heavy bands or if I'm going to stay locked down for a while ... or if I have to go in for another operation to get plates attached to my jaws to shore them up. Obviously, I'm hoping for Door Number 1.
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