Rain. Lots and lots of rain.
Over coffee this morning – which was late from sleeping in – I began wondering what to write about this day. So, I started looking.
I thought about doing a piece on the eye doctor, who, yesterday, told me she enjoyed my visits because after a day of dealing with patients she couldn’t really help, I cheered her up.
I thought to tell her the truth: When it comes to people, Doctors are a thing of last resort. People respect Doctors and appreciate them, but they are the last things\s in the world people want to ssee. And in some cases would rather die than do so.
But I didn’t. I told her a small joke and got on with it. I couldn’t think of a way to explain rthat altruistic doctors that die of the patients illness and flagellate themselves for a patients death are a waste of energy.
I also read Dear Abby. One can see that I was grasping at straws this morning. That comes from all the sugar in the breakfast food, I suppose. I’m hyper. Dear Abby gets some of the damnedist letters.
I couldn’t do that job. Couldn’t.
One lady was complaining about her fathers ashes being mistreated. She really had a thing with the mistreater, you know. Mis directed emotions. About like so many of the politically correct that find their causes in other peoples endeavors.
I haven’t found a real topic for the day, however. I’ll just find a plate of Bon Bons and potato chips and pig out. It is after noon, you know. Five PM doesn’t apply for non-alcoholic comfort food and drink.
From the reaches,