ICU

Parking lot. Phone call. Thoughts, how things stop, then slowly start.  To the clams. Then another call.  The drowsiness, the pain, the forms, the desire for Guinness.

The night rolls on amidst the waiting.  Boat picture. Michael's. Non-conformity.  Seeming timelessness of seeing  J and L.  Magic strangeness of the opera singer, of Laurie's props, of the two-handed bowler and professor splash on tv.  The eeriness of the songs, Call me Al, Meatloaf Paradise, Righteous Unchained, What is love, Music of the Night.

Wish I hadn't deleted that RVP message, but we'll talk about that tomorrow. More medication for him after surgery because he was talking about how he had to get to the boat.  And he will.  Nap, and then the road he drove so often.