March, 2020

I sit and look at 3:21AM and hear a soft noise from quiet streets in Seattle, on Capital Hill, now, during the Coronavirus pandemic.

And dream about silence and medical school at University of Washington. But quickly remember tomorrow I have to read more books and think about considerations for treatment options and surgical choices.

Saturday doesn’t sound so horrible after all and Sunday can’t be here forever.

Doors shut.

Footsteps.

And a fan goes, whsssssssssshhhhhshshshshshshshhhh.