Another day. May this be Discharge Day.
Waiting.
Humming a tune three notes after it plays on the radio
My fingers wait
My left foot might have an itch
Waiting
Every third breath seems to be a little deeper
Out the window one leaf waves to another.
Joe(i don't own a single clock that ticks)Nation
I'll put on some coffee...
hum-hum-hum...
We probably need some bagels from New York..
Proper bagels. Proper cream cheese. Proper lox.
Yeh, the lox I've bought here in New Mexico is horrible mush. Oy!
I've read up on hiatal hernia operations and am glad Roberta's is over by now. Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!
Any more coffee, Coolwhip?
I'll have an onion bialy with a side of smoked whitefish.
Lunchtime now. I could fancy a good, old-fashioned pastrami sandwich--the kind that is glistening with fat on rye (with seeds) bread.
Swimpy--
Nope.
We're back to clever canopes and colorful martinis.
I hope she decided to leave the hospital and go out dancing before she posts here.
I hope so, too. A carriage ride through Central Park would also be nice.
Or a cruise on the Circle Line.
<tiptoesin>............Is she still asleep? Sending some soothing well-wishes to Roberta............. <tiptoesout>
Given Roberta's internal clock, she's probably wide awake and trying to find someone to give heck to right now.
