As I pull out of the hospital parking lot, all the errands that need done this late afternoon are rushing around in my head. Which do I do first? If I do such-an-such first, then the other place might be closed. Oh my! I'm running late. Why was today like today?
I hate running errands after work.
I love going straight home to the comfort and solitude of my house. I need a time of quiet - of rest. You know - hit the couch and put my feet up before I face the evening.
A block from the hospital there he is . . . . . .
the squirrel.
the squirrel.
