I was happily surprised to see no snow this morning, a five a.m. moon fat and orange sitting on the horizon of the western treeline. Luck was with me: I didn’t have to leave at 5:30 to bring a friend into Hartford to St. Francis for ambulatory surgery. It dawned clear and sunny and at nine he came. Still no snow; I wouldn’t have to sit and wait for him until early afternoon. Too, a neighbor of his had offered to bring him back here.
But with only three hours of sleep last night, I curled up on the couch at noon. At four p.m. I woke, confused. All right, it’s four o’clock–morning? evening? That settled, the next question was what day it was. Then it all came back. His car’s still sitting in the driveway–did I miss his call saying his neighbor didn’t show? No messages.
So where is Ronnie?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
I am often equally confused.