this time i'm not the one lying in a backless gown with an IV in my arm. it's monica, coming out of colonoscopy on the fifth floor of sisters of charity hospital.
she, however, is the one with the energy. for me, after an agreeable grilled chicken sandwich in the dine inn, the bleak hospital cafeteria, it's sleepy time. back home, the thing that beckons most is a nap.
somewhat recharged an hour or so later, i zip to the office through near-empty MLK holiday streets in near-record time for an evening of ... obituaries.
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