The Visitor

The car finally makes its slow turn
around University Place towards 9th street.

We arrive at my building.
I see the doorman approaching the car.

Finally we are here!

The trunk pops open. Your bags are placed at the curb.
We say our thank yous to the door man
and go happily thru the lobby towards the elevators.

I pray for the hall to be empty.

It is!

We board the elevator like two little kids

who just stole all the candy!

Grace under fire

Grace Under FIre.
Such a peaceful day.
It was.

600mg and counting

The index card reads like a train station time table.

Decipher the times and hope for the best destination.  lol

Hoping for a pain free moment in one of those time spots.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, and finally relief.

Sometimes in the form of sleep, but in a waking moment, 

to be clear in your head and to hold on to those moments of pain free bliss.