This day, at about 20 past one in the afternoon local DST, On the fifth (or was it the sixth) floor of Good Samaritan Hospital, 18 years ago.
The goings on chez the Steviemanse. The indignities suffered by Stevie. The blight on humanity that is the Long Island Rail Road, with special reference to that part of humanity named "Stevie". Spelling will vary throughout between standard English, American English, and the personal Stevie dialect of Manglish. Live with it. Everything © Stevie.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Who Knows Where It Goes?
The underside of my right forearm feels like there's a small amount of weight, a shade over 7 pounds, lying on it much of the time, a phantom from the day the new-born Stevieling was placed there, her head in my cupped hand.
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Ummm... You didn't actually say whether your brain is about to explode or not. I find a hot water bottle on the back of the neck eases these all-day hangovers.
ReplyDeleteCaramba! I thought the Stevieling must be about 15, but she was 8 10 years ago.
ReplyDeleteI've lost 3 years since being abducted by space aliens.