The Big One, the Big One

A line from a novel once left a deep impression on me. The hospital has a small park for patient aridor when the weather's good. I like to putter about after dinner, reckoning dusk will supply a breeze and a nice glow. After she leaves, rothman and the neighbor in bed observes, easy on the eyes of little vixen,. He wistfully adds, if i were 20 years younger, he's recovering from a stroke. To be honest, i often think of applying for a room change. Though much of the time his chatter is amusing. Dialogue keeps me clear headed and stimulated. It's been a guiding principle throughout my life. Time cannot remember