I woke up this morning to find Mom & Floyd’s bedroom door open, so I was especially quiet in getting the kettle out for coffee. But when I went out to the porch to get the coffee jar, I found the porch door was unlocked. I locked it last night. Then I saw their shoes were gone. I looked, and sure enough they weren’t in bed. I put on a sweater & shoes and hopped on my bike. I rode to the hospital, all the while thinking of what could be wrong. It took about 20 minutes to get there. It started spitting rain along the way. A prayer for my Mom. A prayer for her lungs and her breathing. A prayer it wouldn’t pour down buckets of rain. Not yet, anyway. I saw a sign “EMERGENCY” and couldn’t figure out where it was. Instead, at first, I went to an atrium. No, that’s not the emergency entrance. I found it, went in, and asked the first person I saw. She looked in her computer, twice. Nothing. No Annette Thompson in the hospital. And now I am back at home. Are they at coffee? No note, no nothing. Guess I’ll have a coffee now.
They’re back now. It’s 8:53AM, and they came back 15 minutes ago. <phew!> They’re alright. Nothing wrong.