Returned to Life

So I was out of town for a few days, and when I returned I slipped into the hospital for some brief voluntary surgery. I had an annoying (but fortunately benign) cyst removed.

I had hoped to return with the cyst in a jar of alcohol, but somehow this did not happen.

I spent the weekend shlumping around on painkillers, which was pleasing enough for me but rather dull for anyone else in the vicinity. Now I’m trying to do without the painkillers in order to catch up on, if not my work, at least reality.

But I have one question.

Did a Mexican tycoon really buy a huge chunk of the New York Times? Or was that an opiate-induced nightmare?