September 21, 2003

Escapee

Home. For an hour at least. Viola is still in the hospital, awaiting my return, so I don’t have much time. I had to come home to get the other car, and tidy up a few things. My mother is nice enough to be staying here at the house, keeping things clean and the cats fed, but there’s still a few things she won’t do, like empty the litter boxes. So the house needed a visit from me, even if it’s for only an hour or so. The problem is, it’s an hour drive each way from the house to the hospital. So that’s three to four hours I have to be away from Viola, with her sitting there, in that bed, all alone.

It’s weird to be on the outside. It doesn’t feel right. That hospital is starting to feel like home. The outside world, and even this house, are but dim memories of a life B.S. (Before Sam) It feels like I’m not supposed to be here, like I escaped and in a few minutes they’re going to catch me. In reality, I know that’s just my conscience telling me to get back to my wife and kid. So I better go!

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  1. Kalrac says:

    Meanwhile, Viola is relieved to finally have three to four hours alone… And Sammy isn't missing the camera flash, either.

    Posted September 22, 2003 @ 3:24 pm

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