Maybe. Here I sit at Brigham Hospital, waiting for an “expedited evaluation” for a lung transplant operation. This is based upon a meeting with the medical director of the lung transplant program, who suggested that the time is right for me now, before I get any worse and while I’m strong enough to get through it in good shape. (If you’re just joining us, I have pulmonary fibrosis, a kind of scarring of the lungs, and my choices are to undergo a slow decline until it kills me, or risk a lung transplant—if I qualify.)

I checked in twenty-four hours ago for a battery of tests, but unfortunately, not much has happened yet. I am sitting here, bored, typing on my tablet. Got tired of watching TV on my tablet. I should be reviewing the new recording of Panglor on my phone, but I couldn’t concentrate.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow it’s going to start happening. That’s what they tell me. I hope they’re right.