Actually, some sleep

Such a rare thing. Hardly know what to do with
myself. Rested.

Long, drawn out on-call last night. 135 miles of driving.
Night falling lovely across the country. Corn high. Cows
and horses grazing. Lights in the houses starting to come
on. Always the danger of deer running out. One did. 30
feet in front on my oncoming car. More on the side of
the road. Families of them gathering in the dusk.

Then darkness and my destination. A hospital in the middle
of nowhere. Darkness into the sterile lights of the ICU.
An evaluation. A decision. An hour drive with my client
to the crisis stabilization unit. A dropping off. A moment
to be thanked and to feel grateful.

Back into the darkness but no longer on the winding
country roads. Parkway. Not much traffic. Still pumped
from the latte. Thinking about home. How good it is
to be going home. How my feet hurt from the long
day. How good the dinner I prepared tasted. How beautiful
the sun presented itself upon leaving my field of vision.
Home, to my bed, to my pillow, to my life. Not a hospital
room, not a CSU. Home. Where I slept well. For the first
time in a very long time.