The Happy Grouch

I can't believe it's been over a year since I've written. What finally draws me to this keyboard? Mortality. And feelings. Two of my most penned but least favorite subjects. Well, those, and insomnia. A 3am wake-up call from my brain. As I always say, there's certainly fodder, just no time. Or ambition. Which, as I also always say, is ironic, since I love to write. Or perhaps, lov ed  to write. Anyway... I have spent the last two and a half horrific weeks at the hospital bedside of my best friend.  Which reminds me of the countless awkward conversations I've had when new hospital staff members come in or join her team... "Hi, I'm Dr./nurse so-and-so. How are you related?" "I'm her best friend. Wait, no, scratch that. She has a lot of best friends. She is my best friend." And they usually laugh. Or look at me funny. But it's true. She has no shortage of best friends or people who absolutley adore her. Unlike myself. I have only her. Sh...