LONGING in Postcards 4

Somethings show a bright light…like Bobbie, above, heading to New York to set up a show. Like the doctor taking out the stitches. Like the doctor releasing you back into the world. It’s very liberating.

I sneezed when I got home, and that freed a massive amount of hot fluid all over. George has been the dearest man. Now, it has slowed down enough so that I didn’t’ have to go to the ER.

What isn’t freeing is that I still have to go see Dr. Wong about my nasty cough. And too, I have to go see doctor Udahal about my higher blood pressure. I know, you are tired of hearing me whine and I am very tired of complaining, but at least they didn’t give me a whole new roster of doctor’s to go see. Most of all, I long to sleep flat in my own bed.
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• Himself: Working really hard today.


• Myself: Semi-free Once the stitches were out, massive draining began. Much lighter now.


• Photo: Mine of Bobbie: 2019.


• Reading: Nothing…utterly amazing.


• Gratitude’s: George.

Last updated September 27, 2019