We wait

Sydney is staying at Dr. Bzrnard’s for a few hours in order to have an ultrasound of his liver. He was snippy this morning and had to wear a muzzle while examined. He got a shot to make him more comfortable and so now we wait.

If we were to use this as a test of my intuition, I’d have to say. I don’t believe there are any tumors.

We are just sitting around the main cafe room, no on really talking – just some sipping of drinks and the ticking of the clock.A couple of regulars have pulled on their earflap hats and squall jackets and gruffed out some words about checking on things outside. Foo suddenly decided she had to busy herself buffing up the Foo Bar. Rose is in the little cherry rocker that about four generations have been rocked in. Maxwoo said she guessed she didn’t want any gingerbreadmen (tasty boys) this morning and Spiffie is reading but hasn’t turned the page in over a half hour.

We wait . . . each in our own way.