Anyway--Harry's eye doctor was at the unholy hour of 0900 hours. I had to set my alarm. But in order not to be jarred awake, I set the alarm to "wake to music." Darn! and I was in the middle of a very interesting dream.

This doctor has coffee and cookies for his patients. I didn't have any coffee, but I did sample the cookies. Never saw a cookie I didn't like, especially chocolate chip or oatmeal/raisin. We got through there in jig time, and Harry's next appointment wasn't until 1140 hours. He had to have blood drawn before his appointment, and would you believe, he got right in. We probably waited 15 at the outside from the time we arrived until we walked down the hall to his regular appointment. Considering it was Monday morning that was next thing to a miracle.

But that left us an hour until his regular appointment with his other doctor (to check his coumadin dosage). However, his doctor just happened to come out to the waiting room and saw us sitting there. She went and got his chart from under a dozen others and saw him right away. I had him back home before lunch.

He wanted to take me to lunch, but all I wanted to do was get home and go back to bed.

Well, not back to bed, but did fall asleep in my recliner. Once again a dream was interrupted by a phone call. My daughter. Now generally I love talking with her, but all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. Which, by the way, is exactly what I'd like to be doing right now.

So, g'nite all. Chat with you tomorrow.

Shalom

Oh, by the way, my eye is becoming quite colorful.