Snapshot: Waking Up

I had a hard time getting up this morning, and not because I’d been up late watching Star Wars: A New Hope with my daughter. In my dreams I got to spend time with someone I don’t see in person very often. And I didn’t want to go. Usually, I have to force myself to wake up. This time, I forced myself to stay asleep. It was equal amounts sweet and sad, but I’ll take it for now.

As was said in Romancing the Stone, I am a “hopeful romantic”.


Snapshot: Fill in the Blank

Even with a map of the hospital, I managed to take a wrong turn. I’d been there enough that I knew I was in the wrong place. I’d turned right at the chapel, gone down a set of stairs, but somehow I missed the entrance. Instead of the main entrance, I was in the Infusion wing of the hospital. At 5:30 on a Sunday evening, not a creature was stirring. The heels of my shoes disturbed the peace.

I backtracked, figuring I’d missed a corridor somewhere. The patient transport elevators opened.

A petite nurse or orderly in her 50s pressed on a large gurney bearing by a burly young man in his 30s. He stared at his left arm, encased in a shoebox-sized contraption with red and green lights and an array of tubes.

As I passed, I heard the woman say, “Do it for your wife. Do it for your baby. But do it for someone.”