Sunday, Sunday

Kage Baker was a firm believer that Sundays should be spent at home – for a given definition of home, of course. Should you find yourself on many Sundays spending the day at a Faire with the family of your heart – why, that was home nor were you out of it. I’ve spent a lot of Sundays at home in the oakwoods and the hayfields and the snowy streets of London, and loved them all.

But today I am home from something – to wit, the hospital. Hospitals are good places and I am grateful they exist; I am also grateful I escaped my latest confinement in one. Kimberly came and fetched me home this morning, and I am now happily at my desk – wading through hundreds of emails, typing around the cats, watched balefully by the Corgi, with the parrot on my shoulder. My family has made me incredibly comfy and safe, and I am so GLAD to be home!

Though apparently no one has fed or petted the animals in a week. So they are claiming, anyway.

Recountings of my adventures will be forthcoming: I have a lot of catching up to do! But I am well, easily tired and very sore but doing well. My doctor is amazed at my level of recuperation. I still don’t have the path results yet, so the stage of my cancer is still unknown: but it looks good. Looks very good.

Thank you all so much, Dear Readers, for your patience and good thoughts. Neassa has been a saint. So has Kimberly, who has managed to be with me every day – in violation of several Newtonian Laws, I suspect – and has now successfully sprung me from the clutches of the medical profession. Some of those folks are great, and luckily one of the great ones is my surgeon/oncologist. But some of them are nuts … our last delay this morning was waiting for them to unbolt the central line installed in my jugular for the past week. It’s unnerving to have escaped the Borg so closely.

Stories coming. I am home and healing. Glad to be back, glad to be here; glad to be anywhere, but especially not in the hospital anymore!

About Kate

I am Kage Baker's sister. Kage was/is a well-known science fiction writer, who died on January 31, 2010. She told me to keep her work going - I'm doing that. This blog will document the process.
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12 Responses to Sunday, Sunday

  1. Carol G. says:

    Yea for home! And yea for YOU being home!


  2. Good good good good good, it’s all good.So glad your home!


  3. Carol Light says:

    Welcome home, welcome back, now stop doing anything that remotely feels like work or effort and get some rest!

    We’re all glad you’re here but we can wait. So take the rest of Sunday off (after patting yourself on the back for a good job!!).


  4. Mervius says:

    Glad you have returned! Glad that the outlook is very good. Yay!


  5. Mike Young says:

    Glad you are back home. Please heal well and know I am happy that everything went well. Much love and hugs. Hope to see you in London again. Or anywhere else for years to come.


  6. Luisa Puig Duchaineau says:



  7. Medrith says:

    Yay! So glad things went well, and that you weren’t assimilated.


  8. Doug says:

    So glad you are home!!


  9. Tom says:

    Fantabulous good news!


  10. Mark says:

    Escaped the Borg… Nonsense.
    I’d offer 5-2 odds that in any attempt to assimilate, you’d have them whipped into historical shape and serving beer and finger foods to the confused masses who would wonder why you started to let in steam-punks. 😀


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