I shouldn’t be surprised when one of my friends ends up on life support so her family can come for a last goodbye. I live in an old folks asylum. Nobody gets out alive.
But still, yesterday at about 1345 I hoisted a hefty rollaboard out of car and yelled “bon voyage” to a friend. By bed time she was in an ICU in St Louis on life support. And, now we are just waiting for the final text message.
Nobody is promised tomorrow. All of the Asylum Sisterhood are rechecking final doomsday planning to be sure everything is in order.
I was sort of mopey about this turn of events all day and dealt with it in a mature manner. I took pictures.
And I filled in the Emergency data on Shamu 2.
Oh, and the new stool I got yesterday – it is living in the closet for now.