Feeling better.....

The road to wellness is a long one, but any doubts about the attempted poisoning are now put to rest.

I am recovering--slowly, of course, as would be expected of a woman of my carriage and demeanor--and awakening at odd hours. Dazed and frightened, I stifle a scream, clutch my pale throat, and quench my thirst with an old family recipe: gin.

Tonight I reviewed the tapes from the high-tech beauty mark/camera Jeremy gave me when he left for South America. Only now do I remember her: a baroness from some dubious region out in Red Country; she claimed to have an estate which produced the sweetest apples in the land. (I should have had her escorted out when I saw the accompanying group of Log Cabin Republicans festooned in common, corduroy knee breeches and flannel bolero jackets.)

As I have often said, treachery never sleeps.