crush lark

    


Not this -






more like this.


    What I'm saying, today was supposed to be a crushingly hard and lonely time, but no, it was more of a lark especially after I actually got on the boat, got those prescribed items from Costcovia, found and entered the AAA store, scored the free maps, etc. The setting of the IV was perfect, the Advanced Physician Assistant, Jim, was a fountain of detail about pembro, its history, genetic action and side effects, and finally the young woman infusionaire extraordinaire, Laura Leigh, was about as bumptious a caregiver as any one could want. At one point, in the length of a second and a half she appeared from stage left did what seemed a deep squat twist holding her nose and disappeared again, I think simply because she had momentarily stepped into the hall without her mask. And then there was the heated blanket made out of some primitive cloth that was popular in the time of Jesus and the ridiculously fascinating documentary on the room TV about corn. And then as I drove out of the underground parking garage I heard someone yell Dad! and there magically was R and Mason and the dog Ms. Marbles coming my way across Aloha St. They who would tomorrow enter Canada and Vancouver for a wedding. The sun shone, the air was light and clear, the express lanes north were open, the ferry was waiting at the dock, my pref loading was still in force and on arriving home a couple showed up who seemed ready to buy the yellow van if not today then probably tomorrow. What's next above a lark?? A duck's butt!!


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