Oil of Fish II
Pills and Glass
Medical Industrial Complex
As seen from the air
I usually like a heavier gauge in a biscottineedle, but these are pretty good. You can get them at Costco.
Was someone singing my name just now?
I like my wards a bit more abandoned, but I like this a bunch too.
Act II, Scene II
Interior, kitchen, mid-morning. Silas is making a Bloody Mary, and Daniel is munching on a stalk of celery while Silas bustles about with various cocktail preparations.
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DANIEL: Why do you do that?
SILAS: Do what?
DANIEL: Anything she asks for, you hop up and get it. A blanket. A snack. A drink. I’d half-expect you to knit her a sweater if she wanted one.
SILAS: Because nobody ever does that sort of thing for her. It embarrasses and flummoxes her in the most delightful way.
DANIEL: And that’s all, is it? You derive great pleasure from embarrassing the woman.
SILAS: Yes. I’m also irrevocably, irrationally, and irredeemably in love with her.
DANIEL: That explains a lot. Have you told her?
SILAS: No, of course not.
DANIEL: Well, you should.
SILAS: <sighs> Yes, I probably should. Perhaps at her wedding.
“Nobody really feels too much. They feel the exact right amount. That’s what keeps me from punching people, and it’s worked out pretty well so far.” — Cabie Neptune
My elderly (though “elderly” is relative to the observer’s own age is it not?) neighbor, Tim, is a quiet fellow who keeps to himself, but is always willing to lend a helping hand. Last Thursday afternoon, as I sat on the back patio, I saw Tim - tall, thin, hunched over a bit - grilling lunch….