Saturday in CinCity
It's a gloriously rainy morning here in the river city. So rainy that one can think of nothing to do but sit and rest and listen to the changing rhythms of the water. I'm exhausted from the last two days of work. My head feels full of cotton and my legs throb. Busy with head bleeds, home invasion gun-shot wounds, and several motorcycles vs cars/trucks/pavement. Lots of road trips, which, when it involves a critical care patient, might as well be a gyspy caravan with all the equipment we carry with us. If someone out there can invent a portable Starbucks coffeemaker we'll take it and make a place for it on the bed. As for me, I'm getting another cup of home brewed joe and putting my feet up on hubby's lap. I may, or may not, contemplate the ceiling :>) In the Land of Words by Eloise Greenfield In the land of words, I stand as still as a tree, and let the words rain down on me. Come, rain, bring your knowledge and your music. Sing while I grow green and ...