I am sitting here waiting until 9:30 comes. I need to go up to the church to find out something I don't want to know.
Last night Spike was walking Teddy on Saratoga Street. He passes by the house of the woman who started the Church Food Bank many years ago. She also does volunteer work every day of the week. She runs the knitting group at Winthrop two days a week.
As he approached her house, there was a fire engine. Not a good sign. One fire truck indicates 'medical' emergency. Just as he got near the door the fire fighters came out and the ambulance pulled up. Spike heard them say, "She coded." A young couple live on the first floor. Marilyn is in her late 80's. The paramedics didn't even bother to take the gurney out of the ambulance.
So I will go up to the church to find out if it was her. Something I don't want to know.
Illegitimi non carborundum!
I don't want my last words to be, "I wish I had spent more time doing housework"