On this sad day in America, I am proud to live in an Episcopalian Asylum.
“My” stairwell to the outside goes by the back/fire escape of the kitchen. The kitchen staff keeps a couple of prayer rugs on the landing. I am wondering if management knows? And if they did would they come up with a “nicer” location. It is hard to beat the stairwell for convenience, however.
Gratitude
Grateful is hard today. Grateful for naps that allowed me to miss 2 hours of today.
The news just gets better and better. Welcome to 1918, 1929, 1968.
I suspect that this new case has already died. A woman who lived on my floor, but she has been on our skill nursing floor for several months.
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