I’m lying still. So still. The nurse tucks in the sheets, not because I’ve been tossing, but rather, I imagine, to give himself something to do. It takes all my effort to ride the train of shifting memories. Friends, family, loved ones pop in. When I reach for their hand, they’re gone, doubtless driven away by my inability to hold up my end of the conversation, let alone form sentences or even words. I’m here, chewing over the social slights as well as the beauty of the perfect peach. The task for today is to practice equanimity. Not favoring the good over the bad but rather to see it all as part of the dance of life. As if to say, you’ve signed up for it, tell me, what have you figured out?