March 2009
9 posts
Waiting Room
It’s almost 3:00 and I’m sitting in a waiting room in Hartford Hospital. Sonia’s having a test done and I’m the driver.
Her test requires fasting, so that means no breakfast or lunch. To a foodie like me, this means EVERYTHING smells delicious; every lunch spot looks inviting. Why am I fasting also? I figure it’s a show of solidarity. I also don’t want to be...
