I didn't get to NYRSF today. I didn't clean the rat boys' tower cage. I didn't go to the library, or dinner, or comics shopping.
Instead, I got to sit with
supergee in the emergency room of Montefiore Hospital for three hours while they made sure that he didn't have any hidden head trauma from when the airbag hit him in the face. And then I got to go to Autorama Enterprises and clear all our belongings out of our 2001 Subaru Legacy GT wagon in the expectation that when the insuance adjustor sees the car, it will be declared a total loss.
I've certainly had worse days. But this isn't one of the good ones.
Instead, I got to sit with
I've certainly had worse days. But this isn't one of the good ones.