5 Observations from Sitting in the Hospital
My last week has been occupied by a lot of sitting in my mom’s hospital room.
My prolonged absence has a few causes. Some were beyond my control. Some were not. Let me explain.
Happy? Who Me?
I don’t have a permanent smile. I’m not euphoric. My step isn’t perpetually bouncy.
The Drought is Over . . . I hope
– discovered Red Tide is real—and a pain – drove the convertible with the top down . . . a lot – ate out more in three weeks than I have in 6 months
I thought I cleared my week to go to Florida; I had no idea I cleared my week to stay in the hospital.