Last night was another period of insomnia, no doubt because of being sick part of the week and sleeping more than usual. Anyway, it was almost three, before I could coax the sandman to visit. Five furry feline friends fumed for food at five. I then went back to sleep and woke at 7:45. Crap! Crap! Crap! I stumbled out the door at 8:15 and made it to work by 8:30, so I was not too far off.

Around 9:00, momsy called, and she was feeling bad. Wanted to know if I would check on her later in the day. At 11:00, she called again, said she felt worse, and was waiting for a call back from the cardiologist. I told her I'd leave work and would be there shortly. When I arrived, she still had not heard from the doc and was not sure what to do.

She said she was not in pain and said that I should go to lunch. When I returned, she told me the doctor had called and wanted her to come to his office. I grabbed her in-case-I-need-to-go-to-the-hospital-suitcase, escorted her to the car and off we went.

The cardiologist's office is the medical complex next to the hospital which overlooks the Interstate. When first built, the hospital consisted of a single building. Then a wing was added. Then another. Then a wing larger than the original buidling. Then a seven-story medical office building. Then an Intensive Care - Surgery wing. Additional floors were added to the ICU. An 18-story facility was build. A new emergency area was completed. A mall-like-area was constructed merging the ground floor of the old and new. Essentially, you have a sprawling structure that is always busy, usually chaotic and frequently marked by construction.

In a moment of rare foresight, I had grabbed the Handicap Parking decal from the dash of her car and slipped it onto the dash of my car, thus allowing us to park underground. (The decal is an unattached plastic mat the size of a mouse pad.) To get to the underground parking, I had to edge around a very large cement truck pouring concrete for a new walk. Fortunately, I found a parking place near the elevators. Within minutes, we were sitting in the waiting area, Then a tall blond nurse (male) called her back, and said I could come too. I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying, "I'd be glad to come with you any day." But I opted to stay in the more comfortable waiting area.

First, I read the August "National Geographic." An article on the upcoming Olympics in Sydney had some nice Aussie lifeguard shots. Since being a mere tyke, I've always had the hots for Aussie lifeguards; I'm sure it has nothing to do with those skintight, tiny, bulging, bright blue trunks. Since I was beginning to leave drool marks on the pages, I decided I better go on to another article.

Next, I learned about Big Sur country. I had never realized the relationship between the Pacific fog and redwoods. The fog is essential to the redwoods because it offers moisture. Without the fog, the trees would most likely die out.

On to "Men's Health." Did not realize until I was halfway through that it was a 50-50 mag - half Men's, half Women's. Glanced at an article about having longer hetrosexual sex. It might have held my attention if there had been diagrams.

By now I was becoming a bit edgy and very drowsy. Then at last, I saw momsy appear at one of the doors. I went back to find her dealing with charges. It took me a while to find out her problems were caused by dehydration! Apparently, she was taking far more fluid medication than she was supposed to. What a relief!

We retraced our path to the elevator, then pushed about a dozen buttons before getting P1 - the underground garage. Wove our way back out of the complex. Back through the late afternoon traffic. And back to her house.

When I got home at around 4:30, the felines were litterly waiting at the door wanting to be fed. Meow! Meow! Meow! I fed the darlings while considering the issue of dirty clothes. Did I feel up to go to the laundry, or should I wait until Saturday or Sunday? And I still had web work to do. Crap! Crap! Crap! I drug the hampers to the car and darted off to the laundry.

Again, I'm sitting and waiting. Ah! But this time my reading material is more fun - the June issue of "Attitude." Yummy! A few pages in is a devine shot of a boy in Jitrois leather pants. (Why are leather pants always low rise? And why the fuck is there never a bulge?) Several more pages, there is a fashion spread of guys wearing tan-colored leathers jumping against a backrop of stormy skies. Usually, fashion spreads strike me as pretentious claptrap, but I really liked this one. Several more pages and there is another model with another pair of leather jeans. What a delicious boy!

Enough!