Saturday, May 27, 2006

waiting room as a metaphor for being

“yepper, seems we’re locked in here for the duration. sir, your ulna should have plenty of time to heal, that is if our oxygen holds out.”

“really doc. I find it hard to believe that your x-radiation device can penetrate flesh and sinew, yet we find ourselves trapped behind a foam-core door.”

Eusebio’s thoughts took him back to that lucid early morning in the cloister so many years ago in Salamanca. but today, his car wrecked, and now this. what was God trying to tell him?

“no way! Vo5 hot oil does a shower treatment now?”

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