Zelia’s colonoscopy is today and she’s asked me to pick her up (you cannot leave the doctor’s office without an escort). But thoughtful Shari has access to a car, and so she suggests that the two of us drive down. I’ll run in and pick up our patient, and then we can drive her home. Much better than waiting for a cab. And so that’s what we do. In the car on the way back uptown Shari says, “You know, this is the 6th time in six months that I’ve picked up a friend after her colonoscopy. I guess this is now what we do at our age.” Aging is such a cheery thought. I cannot think of one redeeming thing about it.
I had planned to see a screening tonight but it’s in Tribeca. Zelia decides not to go, and I decide that a free movie (even one I want to see) isn’t worth the hour or so it takes to get there. That, and it might rain tonight.
I make chicken for Alexander, order in sushi for me, and happily stay in.
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