Tomorrow and Tomorrow in Postcards 4

Tea with honey please
I smile as you pour
from the round table
by the long windows

you smile back as
I wait, watching the world
wake, the rising sun
turn the sky to blue

The fogs move back
out to sea while I sit
waiting on the
day.

• Himself: Feeling better now. Ate dinner, had ice cream, but he still sounds pathetic. Three NCIS’s now. That’ll perk him up even further.
• Herself: I feel fine. Done all the pre-op for the second time now. (Leave partial, leave jewelry, take these meds, go to second floor.) One new question: “ Have you traveled in the last two weeks.” “No I hadn’t,” I could answer. Now I have a pile of papers and reminder notes to take with me. Another new one was to shower with antibacterial soap.
• Reading: An old short story book of Anne McCaffrey’s. It was just sitting there when I headed out for PT at seven. Now finishing a Sister somebody from 750 ad. A little dry.
• Balance: Feeling in a holding pattern until eight tomorrow. Grateful I get to go to work today.