Aaaaand… The flip side of yesterday’s post.
The phone rang early in the morning confirming that today was going to be the day.
Since when? That’s not what we planned or heard.
And so the alarm went off for us night owls at 4:37 am and we got to Stanford just early enough for Richard to get to the ambulatory surgery check-in on time–but the parking!
Hah. The long walk I thought I’d have to take from the garage to meet back up with him again after dropping him off? With the new hospital going up (I thought it was going to be on the other side of the place, y’know, over where the monster crane is, right?) that garage has been torn down and nothing has replaced it yet but I didn’t know that yet in the dark. I have no idea what I would have done if he hadn’t told me to just go home and go back to bed and he would call me when it was over.
Then they didn’t send him home. No big deal, but still.
On a lighter note, don’t miss the piano playing along with passersby according to whatever they were doing.