Friday, December 08, 2006 

time

two weeks

the amount of notice i gave on monday

one afternoon

the amount of time they gave me to wrap things up and leave

nine hours

the amount of time i spent in the waiting room of parkland hospital on tuesday to get my broken hand treated

one year (minus a day or so)

the amount of time that had passed since papa died

6:47AM

the precise time of morning when shan is grateful to be alive and warm and cared for by family and friends.


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i may be slow to type for now, but it is well with my soul this morning. and i can smile without being self-conscious: i got my teeth fixed. the last episode of bsg was fantastic. i'm going to cook something new on sunday. the cats are using their catbox. my home is clean.

i feel like myself again.

i just have to put in a word here for my dentist office. i have never experienced quality care like i found there.