This arrived in the mail last week. I'm not sure why California State Controller John Chiang sent me 46 cents, but I assume that's how much he appreciates my hard work on behalf of folks who need a lot of support to get through the day. Thanks, Johnny C.!
Then I wondered, can I deposit this? What will happen? Come with me to my bank, where there's no extra fee for using the ATM. Watch, I'll just place it in the check slot, and hmm, "Amount Not Detected." Understandable.
Part III. Hospitals are designed to enhance the patients' comfort, in theory.
During my post-surgery hospital stay in May, I walked down the next wing. A big sign overhead read:
"DEFINITIVE EXIT CARE UNIT". I didn't take a picture, because a pale, elderly, lifeless looking woman stood nearby. I didn't want to seal her fate; she appeared ready to embark on a definitive exit. There was also an Emergency Exit a few yards away.
I quickly turned back towards room 295A, my room on the post-surgery wing, very grateful I hadn't been placed in the Definitive Exit Care Unit, even though I heard the play-by-play regarding another patient's bowel movement progress. We were all very happy for him, except, perhaps, those in the DEFINITIVE EXIT CARE UNIT.
Happy Monday and new week.
Laugh at all that's meshugenah.
Keep a smile and a stash of chocolate!