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
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