Back from a long day at New York Presbyterian.
She's doing great. A day made full and quick with friends, gifts, family, laughter and Percocet.
People have been asking why these things happen.
I realize more, every day, that why is just not a useful question. It doesn't lead anywhere or it leads everyone to a different place and there you sit alone with your question. The question takes some to a place of refuge and that's good. But it seems to take most people to a place of weakness, pain and impotent anger.
There are other questions.
How do I proceed?
When does the cafeteria close?
What happens next?
Where can I smoke?
Who is in worse trouble right now, and
What can I do to help?
These are questions you can actually get answers to, I've found, if you keep asking them.
You can spend your life on why and the best you're going to end up with is someone else's educated guess.
And Del, if you're reading, I saw that Asian guy you were talking about and yes, he does have a lovely bunch of coconuts.
I thought you were just screwing around, but, yeah, I see what you mean.