The State of the Union

Are hospitals unable to afford heat? Because the Matron has never been in a hospital that didn't require an additonal layers of clothing. Immediately.

So she and John have been shivering for two days as they take their seperate shifts with Grandma Mary. The situation is serious and has potential to worsen. Or it could just get better. But she knows her mother wouldn't want Detail, Writ Large.

The following is representative of their 'quality time.' The Matron is barreling south on 35E toward the small town where she grew up and her mother still lives. John is speeding north on same freeway.

Intelligently, they risk leaving their three small children orphans by talking on their cell phones.

John: "Where are you?"

Matron: "Just passed Yankee Doodle Road."

John: "Oh! I'm at Pilot. Our paths will cross! We can see each other!"

Matron: "Omigod that is SO cool! Why am I so excited?"

John: "I'll see you because of the peace sign. There! I see the van! There! I'm waving!"

Matron: "I couldn't see you. But that was WAY cool."

John: "Did we just have sex?"

Matron: "Why don't you just say yes so things seem all rosy for the rest of the week?"

John: "Is there a hidden message in that sentence?"

Matron: "Hmmmmm. . . . "

Thanks in advance for all that love and light and friendship. She needs this crisis to be over. Soon.