At this point I think it fitting that I bid a fond adieu to The Waiting Room, the virtual room where many of us await our own turns at valve surgery. I will be off to the hospital in the morning, so from then on I will only be a visitor -- no longer a resident in The Waiting Room.
I've given it a final once over. The hardwood floors gleam, the area rugs are pristine. All of the furniture is arranged perfectly. The big screen home theater system is in perfect shape, the remote just where it should be kept. There are plenty of snacks and beverages for all, for all are welcome here.
All of the magazine subscriptions are current - no oldies here.
The fireplace is ready and waiting to keep everyone warm, eliciting some heartfelt personal chats.
The Waiting Room has, for me, been a truly wondrous place, and I thank everyone who comes to visit.
I'll turn out the lights on my way out. . . (sniff)
I've given it a final once over. The hardwood floors gleam, the area rugs are pristine. All of the furniture is arranged perfectly. The big screen home theater system is in perfect shape, the remote just where it should be kept. There are plenty of snacks and beverages for all, for all are welcome here.
All of the magazine subscriptions are current - no oldies here.
The fireplace is ready and waiting to keep everyone warm, eliciting some heartfelt personal chats.
The Waiting Room has, for me, been a truly wondrous place, and I thank everyone who comes to visit.
I'll turn out the lights on my way out. . . (sniff)