The Waiting Game

The Waiting Game

Waiting, like I’ve got nothing better to do. Sitting here alone in my doctor’s office, waiting for her to enter the room and acknowledge my presence. It’s not as if I don’t have anything better to do. After all, I’ve got people to see, fish to fry. Continue reading

Time After Time

Time After Time

I’d be rich if I had a dollar for every time someone said to me, “Consider the alternative,” in response to my lament that I don’t like getting old.

For I have considered the alternative. Every stinking time, frankly, though I’m not sure either is a great alternative. In fact, I’m still considering it and wondering how I can decline both of these choices.

But, you know who’s really to blame for this conundrum I’m in? Continue reading