I had arthroscopic knee surgery, and at such an inopportune time too, because I only have 48 hours left to finish Madame de Pompadour's photoshoot. She needs to ship out to Hong Kong on Monday. I know I should feel more stressed out, panicked even, about being incapacitated right before a hard deadline, but as it turns out the pain meds they have me on are pretty strong, so all I can muster is a mild, detached concern. I hope I don't have a heart attack tomorrow once my meds wear off and I can grasp the concept of time again.

The good news is that I've been discharged from the hospital to recover at home, so all is not lost yet. I'll direct the photoshoot from the wheel chair - Frida Khalo style. If she could make art and attend her show opening from her own bed, I can certainly manage to take some pictures from a chair, with a few stitches in my knee.

I have a feeling it's all going work out OK. But then again, it might be just the meds talking. We'll see Tuesday.