She’s up at 6:30. I think it’s time to cover her bedroom window.
“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But, since no one was listening, everything must be said again.” — André Gide
I’m always the youngest person in the waiting room. I wonder what they think of me.
Starting to think I have a mild flu. That would explain three days of headache and exhaustion on top of my everyday low grade cold.
Sucker-punched in the middle of the book so hard tears spring into my eyes.
“What unifies all of your work is the fact that you made it.” — Austin Kleon
Another patient at the nurses’ station asks about a nearby painting. The nurse says it’s by The Group of Seven but doesn’t know which one. It takes me ten seconds on Google to find out it’s “Northern River” by Tom Thomson. I know nothing about the man but she’s so happy to know. We talk about the artist, how sad it is that the documentary focuses so much on his untimely and questionable death rather than his art. We smile and go back to our separate lives.