gettin close to old hun'ert

i believe this is post number 95.
time for a new pastime. and close to the close of the purpose, anyhow: when elizabeth and daniel return, well.
and good.
clowssss and clozsss. sorta.
i am spent.
not completely, mind you. i have resources. but i have spent some of them with gail, and at her son's side, and awaiting attending his side in the abysmal?lame?dingy?bathroom with shreds of tp on the floor. in the hallway to the waiting room. which i have now learned has no dim switch for nighttime, and no reclining chairs for sleeping. retina burn is what gail called what it sets one up for, in the event you are on a death watch.
lordy. mercy. death watch of the reglar people. i wondered, what of MY expectations? ha. you have none.
who could have thought that Medical College of Georgia, which really has a bit of a ring of authenticity, has homeless people eating french fries of unsuspecting death watchers? and errant youths breaking into cars to reap a cell phone, a few feet from the "security window."
security. my foot.