In the waiting room I wait with the waiting waiters

Actually I'm all alone in this waiting. Except you and me, blog.

Empty chairs, uncomfortable chairs, old magazines. Is every waiting room in the world like this? not all of them have windows. Windows out to a hallway. A clear view of the public bathrooms. Lots of hospital workers traipsing back and forth. The squeaky doors leading into ICU. They are locked during non-visitor hours. You have to have a key pass to enter.

I wonder why they don't have any couches? Too many desperate souls camping out?

I went to Lone Star Kolaches this morning and bought two dozen. One for the morning shift, one for the evening shift (this evening). And a fresh from the oven sausage kolache for me, and some of the best coffee I've had out of a non-Starbucks cup in months. It has that nice nutty warm acidic roll on the tongue, it's fragrant and strong without being bitter and it's warm in a papery foamy cup NOT the ones with little condoms on them. Just a basic Dixie cup.

I have to get back home and then figure out how in the hell I'm going to get back here again so soon. I'm told this is a common problem. But I'm nearing the bottom of my suitcase, and just laundering those clothes is not going to renew my spirit. This is one time that doing laundry will not save me.

Oh bloody hell, I did NOT even start thinking about Christmas until this morning. How in the crud am I going to pull this off?