Happy National Monkey Day!

By Roger ~ December 14th, 2014. Filed under: Monkey News.




Day 1: Shopping

By Roger ~ July 8th, 2014. Filed under: Vacation.

Sunday, July 6th 2014

We figured Sunday would be a good shopping day. Other activities may not be open, plus we were still a bit tired from the trip.

The wife’s primary goal on the vacation was to get cowgirl boots.

Cowgirl boots

I needed some jeans and replacement cargo pants. I always live on the edge, I know.

The Lucky Jeans saleswoman said their jeans would change my life. I told her I wasn’t sure I was ready for that kind of commitment. Bought two pair of Wrangler instead. The wife got a couple shirts.

We visited a couple different outlet malls with little success in finding stuff we were really interested in. Maybe hitting outlets multiple times a year has accustomed us a bit too much.

We ended the day at Thee Pits Again for some BBQ, as seen on Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives. There were a couple good items on my sampler plate, but far more that was just OK.

We just went back to the resort to relax the rest of the day.

Vacation: Arizona

By Roger ~ July 6th, 2014. Filed under: Vacation.

This year vacation has brought us to Arizona. The availability fit our timeframe and our desire for a warm vacation. Here we are in Phoenix, our brains a day (due to the Friday holiday) and three hours ahead of these Pacific Timers (some of our electronics still show Eastern Time, though they supposedly sync on their own). We have no complaints about the heat!

Sunday will be shopping day. Everything opens between 10 and 11. We’ve got boots, books, and outlet shopping on tap.


By Roger ~ February 25th, 2014. Filed under: Ramblings.

I was merging onto the interstate when the oncoming car in the travel lane started honking his horn and pointing vehemently at the Yield sign in front of me. The odd thing is that I had already timed my entry to pass behind his car, assuming he didn’t slam on his brakes or do something else similarly stupid on the interstate. Also, there was nobody in the passing lane, and he could have easily moved over to let me into the travel lane to let me on if he was worried about my car.

Sometimes I don’t move over if I’m worried about not having a chance to get back in the right lane before my exit, but this guy didn’t get off any of the next 3 exits. He also was distractedly weaving about his lane and completely ignoring the speed limit.

Why get so up in arms about making sure I see one sign while he was ignoring another? What’s this guy’s deal?

Loot List ’13

By Roger ~ December 28th, 2013. Filed under: General.

Here’s my yearly list of Christmas loot!

Wolverine Comics pack #35-#50
Jim Butcher: Wizard for Hire (Dresden Files 1-3)
Jim Butcher: Wizard by Trade (Dresden Files 4-5)
Jim Butcher: Wizard at Large (Dresden Files 6-7)
Jim Butcher: Wizard Under Fire (Dresden Files 8-9)
DC Comics Deck Building Game
12 canister shell fireworks
36 Granite speckled d6s
Citadel paints (White, Black, Blue, Red, Yellow, Green, Metal)
Captain America Pez dispencer
Star Wars Wood Coaster Set (4 pack)
Monty Python’s Wafer Thin Mints
4 pack of special retro Garbage Pail Kids
StarWars Metal Earth Millennium Falcon 3D model
StarWars Mad Libs
Design socks (Hobbit feet, shark attack, sneakers, loafers)
Serenity schematic T-Shirt
Speakers (computer. Logitech z506)
Personalized pocket watch
StarWars Mace Windu light sabre

I Knight You, Sir Squirrel!

By Roger ~ May 24th, 2013. Filed under: Squirrel Exhibit.

Of the Acorn Arms! Who rides the vicious battle skunk of Findor! Who razes with little catapults loaded with acorns!


Nursing Journal Day 6

By Roger ~ May 20th, 2013. Filed under: What's Up?.

For my May term course I have to keep a journal of daily events. It’s our first course that’s hands-on with patients. In the end we will qualify as CNAs. That’s the frame of reference for the journal, just so you don’t expect too much. Since I have to keep a journal, why not share it on my blog?

We added some medication research to our care plans this morning. We have to choose the three most important medications on the patient’s list (according to our instructor or the patient’s nurse) and write them up. I think it will be great practice for things we do next semester.

We also had to switch floors, which is good because we had gotten comfortable on the previous floors. There are subtle differences in the layout of the floors, but overall things seem to run pretty much the same. On this other floor, all the oncoming staff listen to prerecorded shift handoffs. I can see some good and some bad in performing patient handoff this way.

I spent a lot of time in my patient’s room today, helping them get washed up and changing the bed linens. There was sponge-bathing (so to speak), lotioning, powdering, and foot washing involved. I know it will be rare for a nurse to have the time to do all that with the patient, so I need to get good at the skills now. I think I’m close to having this one down.

I left report for the oncoming student that our patient should be encouraged to get up and walk around more. I think this a big thing for hospital patients and one that should be encouraged as much as possible. Proper circulation is very important, and you can’t get it by lying in a bed all day.

Nursing Journal Day 5

By Roger ~ May 20th, 2013. Filed under: What's Up?.

For my May term course I have to keep a journal of daily events. It’s our first course that’s hands-on with patients. In the end we will qualify as CNAs. That’s the frame of reference for the journal, just so you don’t expect too much. Since I have to keep a journal, why not share it on my blog? This one had to be hand written and turned in before we left on Friday, so I didn’t have a copy to post here until it was returned.

SOAP and DAR narrative types added. We jumped right into vital signs. The morning meal came, and we went into the shift assessment. I forgot another major portion of the assessment, CSMs. I did remember the pulses I forgot yesterday. Between the two, I did a completely thorough assessment.

I helped reposition a patient with a jugular IV so that her pump would stop the occlusion alert. I also toileted a patient from the floor and documented her output.

I documented my patient’s output, apparently something we forgot to do yesterday. There was 3200 mls in the commode when nursing emptied it last night.
My patient got another bed bath and linen remake. Then OT and PT came, keeping her busy the rest of the day.

Yay for the weekend and sleep!

Nursing Journal Day 4

By Roger ~ May 16th, 2013. Filed under: What's Up?.

For my May term course I have to keep a journal of daily events. It’s our first course that’s hands-on with patients. In the end we will qualify as CNAs. That’s the frame of reference for the journal, just so you don’t expect too much. Since I have to keep a journal, why not share it on my blog?

Added this morning: NANDA nursing diagnoses, objectives, interventions, evaluations, and IV information.

Today we were all supposed to perform and observed, graded shift assessment. This is the assessment the nurse does on the patient when they first see them at the beginning of the shift. Unfortunately, not everyone got to finish their assessment for a grade today because of timing.

I was given the opportunity to see a PICC line inserted today, but apparently the person performing it was new and a little student-shy. Hopefully we get to see the process tomorrow instead. It will be good to get ourselves used to these procedures.

I assisted a physical therapist who was trying to get a patient to stand and possibly walk using a walker. The patient was having none of the standing part, especially since his hospital stay was due to a fall. He did try to bite me twice, though he didn’t seem to serious about it.

I helped my patient get ready for her bed bath, and I changed her sheets when she was done. I also performed an ungraded shift assessment. Luckily it was ungraded, because I probably would have failed. Checking pulses is kind of a big deal. At least it should help me remember tomorrow. Also tomorrow I hopefully remember turgor. I have forgotten that the last two days.

I am impressed with some of the questions I hear my classmates asking and some of the observations they make. They seem like they will make really good nurses.

Nursing Journal Day 3

By Roger ~ May 15th, 2013. Filed under: What's Up?.

For my May term course I have to keep a journal of daily events. It’s our first course that’s hands-on with patients. In the end we will qualify as CNAs. That’s the frame of reference for the journal, just so you don’t expect too much. Since I have to keep a journal, why not share it on my blog?

Another step was added to our nursing care plans this morning. It seems pretty involved, but then I realize we haven’t added medications to the care plan yet. They are going to get even more intense soon.

My patient was sleeping until breakfast came, so I was able to get some catch-up research and some preparation research done. I was also able to talk to the nurse more about the patient’s background and how everything is interconnected.

When the hands-on work started it was consistent but more comfortable than yesterday. Not only did we do vital signs, but we also practiced a shift assessment. We are going to be graded on these tomorrow. Too bad we weren’t graded today. My patient was all too willing to let me do whatever I needed for practice. Luckily, I hear tomorrow’s patient is accommodating as well.

I also got practice helping a patient wash up and changing linens. Nothing that sounds too exciting, I’m sure, but things we need to be able to do.

Tomorrow starts the process again, adding more.

Nursing Journal Day 2

By Roger ~ May 14th, 2013. Filed under: What's Up?.

For my May term course I have to keep a journal of daily events. It’s our first course that’s hands-on with patients. In the end we will qualify as CNAs. That’s the frame of reference for the journal, just so you don’t expect too much. Since I have to keep a journal, why not share it on my blog?

Today we were assigned our patients. The instructor chose our patients last night, wrote down everything he could tell us, and gave us a mock report this morning. Then we went upstairs to try to take part in the real report. The nursing staff didn’t seem to know we were coming, or didn’t care, as they were already giving report to the oncoming nurse by the time we found out who we should be shadowing.

Our assignment for the day was to take a set of vital signs and to chart them. For some reason I can take vital signs all day in a controlled classroom environment without a problem, but I have difficulty in real life. I keep telling myself it comes with practice, but I have had a lot of practice.

My patient’s blood pressure was low. Real low. I had taken it manually…for more practice. I took it again with the machine to double check myself. It was still low, though not quite as low as I had found. I went to tell the nurse, who was expecting a low BP but not as low as what I got. The patient had to have a saline infusion. The nurse tried to tell me I saved the patient’s life, but all I did was take a blood pressure and report it. That reaction seems melodramatic.

I stayed with my nurse for the first hour. I rarely interacted with the CNA. When I did it was just to pass along something I wanted her to know about my patient. We are supposed to be primarily working with the CNA, so I probably missed out on a few training opportunities today. Luckily the nurse is really nice and tried his hardest to fill in my knowledge/critical thinking gaps.

I wasn’t really able to help any of the other students with their tasks. Another student and I walked a patient who didn’t have a student. I delivered coffee and graham crackers to another patient who I wasn’t assigned to. Some of the others performed bed baths or linen changes. I feel like I didn’t do enough. On the other hand, the nurse taught me a lot about nursing.

Tomorrow I should have the same patient. I’m trying to figure out what’s wrong with him. I think that’s outside of my scope.

Nursing Journal

By Roger ~ May 13th, 2013. Filed under: What's Up?.

For my May term course I have to keep a journal of daily events. It’s our first course that’s hands-on with patients. In the end we will qualify as CNAs. That’s the frame of reference for the journal, just so you don’t expect too much. Since I have to keep a journal, why not share it on my blog?

The day started with a seemingly unnecessary drive to the University of Maine, where attendance was taken, we were told where we would next meet, and at what time. There was then a drive to SJH, where I was able to get my badge before we began.

At St Joseph’s Hospital, we again took attendance and went over some general information. We were split up into two groups, half getting computer training and half going on a hospital tour. The computer training was unfortunately disorganized and ill prepared. We did receive some key information on where to find the parts of the patient chart we needed to access.

The hospital tour was helpful in orienting us to break rooms, bathrooms, computer stations, patient boards, and some information that is kept outside the patient rooms. For a tour, it was quite adequate.

With the two groups back together, we pored over our class packet and what is expected of us. It was helpful to know up front what the expectations and grades are based upon.

All in all, I am cautiously looking forward to tomorrow’s start with the patients. I don’t feel I can get everything done in the time allotted, though I will have no idea if that is true until it actually happens. I want to be able to perform my patient activities well from a grading standpoint AND from a patient perspective. I want to fill all my paperwork out completely and correctly. I really want to be able to help my classmates when they need assistance, but I’m not sure if that will happen if there isn’t enough time for me to get my requirements completed.

We’ll see how tomorrow goes.

Christmas Loot 2012

By Roger ~ December 26th, 2012. Filed under: General.

One of the few recurring themes I have is my Christmas loot. This is the stuff my amazing wife got me.

Again, it was a ThinkGeek stocking. My Tigger stocking remained empty, as my wife got a free Bazinga! stocking with her geek points. Inside:
The Tick vs Season 2
Chocolate Gaming Dice Set
D20 Lollipop
Hammer of Thor Bottle Opener
Bowman Drew Brees Rookie Card
Serenity Keychain
Firefly decal
Bacon Candy
Bacon Band-Aids

Total Back & Shoulder Shiatsu Cushion
3 CDs from my neverending wish list
Firefly T-Shirt
Bacon T-shirt
Corduroy pants
Castle Ravenloft Board Game


By Roger ~ June 14th, 2012. Filed under: General.

I don’t always take the time to make little connections with people.

I stopped at Taco Bell on the way home from Portland last night. My work partner and I had just dropped a patient off at a hospital in that area, and I was a little hungry.

I went inside, and almost immediately a slightly disheveled young lady with the tag “Shift Leader” came around to take my order. I asked “how’s it going,” and she proceeded to tell me how busy it had been a few hours earlier. I asked if there was anything special going on, thinking graduations or some such. She mentioned it was because of KFC’s latest special deal.

I looked the menu over and asked if I could have two crunchy tacos. The young lady paused for just a split-second and said “no”. It was a good kind of humor, and I appreciated it. She rung in my order and I handed her $5. She again joked, stating “I can’t take this.” To this I finally replied, “rough crowd!”

When she brought my tacos, I noticed the chocolate chip cookies beside the register. Knowing that my partner had a biscuit for me in the ambulance and I had nothing in trade, I told the young lady that I had to buy a cookie while hauling my wallet back out. She asked if I wanted just one. I said yes and she then said she would just give me one. When she was bagging it, she said “what the heck, I’ll give you two.” I left, telling the young lady she was my new favorite.

Since leaving her place of business, I have told my work partner and my wife about this exchange. Now I’m telling anyone who wants to read on the internet. I took just a few seconds to honestly ask about her day, and she provided excellent customer service (even if she hadn’t given me free cookies).

I know we’re used to thinking about fast-food workers as low people on the totem pole. I joke that way sometimes, too. However, I really feel that they are providing a great service and their jobs are important. Besides that, they are important as people. Each and every one of those workers has a life outside of that job. They have interesting personalities, and quite often see things in different ways than I do. I can learn a lot from engaging them and getting to know them, even if just for a couple of minutes.

There are many, many interesting people out there, and they show up everywhere. I continue to try not to overlook them.

Vacation 2012 – Part 2

By Roger ~ May 30th, 2012. Filed under: Vacation.

We knew we were going into the mountains, and that “civilization” was pretty much an hour away. When turning off the state route, we drove in between two buildings of a farm. The winding road led us up and around the mountains until we arrived at the resort in the valley.

We checked in and were sent to our room. The building outside was warn. It was stained wood, and the stain was faded. We were on the second floor and there was no elevator (not a big deal, but something to keep in mind for older users). The side wall of the stairs was missing wallpaper and had the stains of some sort of liquid.

We entered the room, and it looked like it hadn’t been updated since it was built. My wife estimated the 40s, but I think it could have been as recent as the 80s. The living room did not have a DVD, though this is 2012 and a DVD player was advertised on the website. The master bedroom had a TV on the wall beside the bed, not directly across from the bed, which would cause neck strain for anyone trying to watch. The second bedroom had an older style TV and a VCR player.

Also of note, the pool area, with multiple pools, some for children, some for adults, and some heated, was closed. For a resort area, which advertises the pool area on the website, and has heated pools, to have those pools closed…without advertising this information on the website, is ridiculous. (We checked the Pools part of the website and the Calendar. No notes.)

The resort is a small community set in the mountains. It advertises for family vacations, and it expecting people of all walks and all ages. However, the resort does not have sidewalks or footpaths for people to use. To walk anywhere on the resort, the guests have to walk on the side of the road…with little shoulder. Besides guest cars coming and going at all times, the resort has busses, vans, and work trucks constantly going from one location to another.

The resort has a hotel on the campus, which seems to be its own separate business. This hotel seems to have been renovated recently and looks rather impressive. The sporting area attached, however, has not been.

Considering the fact that the resort is at least an hour from other attractions, one would think that they would want the attractions on site to be…attractive. We looked at the bowling alley, the pool tables, the pool, the hot tub, and the pool showers. All these areas have been neglected upkeep for quite some time. We also looked at the racquetball courts, but have no basis for comparison of their appearance.

Our room had an ironing board, but no iron (the iron was eventually found, on the last night of our stay, when we took the strainer out from under the sink to dry hand-washed dishes). The DVD player was hooked up to the TV, but we couldn’t get it to work. There were no instructions in the room. We have used multiple types of DVD players before but couldn’t figure this one out.

There were hand typed signs stating that Villa Roma was “no longer” responsible for items in the fridge that weren’t kept cool enough, signs stating that there was a $75 dollar charge for dishes not being done before we left, and signs stating that there was a $100 charge for not checking out on time, no exceptions. These were all unprofessional notices handled with unprofessional signs.

The last particular disappointment of note for Sunday was the meal we had at the on-site restaurant. It was the only eatery open on-site Sunday night, so they kind of had the monopoly. Just like other monopolies, they didn’t seem to care about the quality of the product. My four piece fried chicken came out with pieces so small I thought perhaps they used chickadee instead of chicken. My wife found her ravioli unappetizing. After paying a not-so-moderate price for the poor meal, we went back to the room to wallow in the inadequacy of it all.

Vacation 2012: Villa Roma, Part 1

By Roger ~ May 26th, 2012. Filed under: Vacation.

I have to admit, I wasn’t really prepared for vacation this year. I worked through Friday, and we had a bunch of errands to run on Saturday. I didn’t take time in the weeks building up to vacation. I never looked up information on where we were going and what was around for entertainment. I figured it didn’t matter as long as I had a week off with my wife. I’m easy to please.

We rented a car, just for the fun of something different, and we were given an Infinity. It was great. The car drove really well, everything responds instantly, and there were plenty of features. The drive was great, especially for an 8 hour drive, plus stops.

The resort was a disappointment before we even arrived.

Profession Update

By Roger ~ May 22nd, 2012. Filed under: General.

I have some notes about the vacation we’re on, but yesterday I received an email from the state University accepting me into their nursing program. I have tried for years to get into a Physician’s Assistant program, with no luck. Instead, I’ll take this track. My life is about to get a lot harder.

Tell Me A Story

By Roger ~ April 3rd, 2012. Filed under: Ramblings.

Tell me a story. I don’t care if it’s happy or sad, comedy or tragedy, history, fiction, non-fiction, horror, sci-fi, or fantasy, though not fantasy like lots of other people might consider fantasy. I mean adventurers, knights, horses, unicorn, dragons, elves, dwarves, hobbits, fairies, princes, princesses, werewolves, zombies, vampires, but not vampires like sparkly, emo, love-sick vampires. I mean vampires that are afraid of garlic and running water, vampires that are burned by a shaft of sunlight and destroyed when fully exposed to the sun. Vampires that hunger and thirst and feed off people’s throats. Vampires that are pale until they feed, and then they have rosy, red cheeks and are quite affable. Tell me about vampires who have superhuman strength and extraordinary speed.

Tell me a story of love or of loss or of heroics or of nefarious deeds. Tell me a story that you won’t tell any other, and I will laugh or cry, be shocked or angered. I’ll oooh and ahhh and hang on your every word and love every second of it.


By Roger ~ April 2nd, 2012. Filed under: Stories.

Last night I awoke to a gentleman standing over the foot of my bed.

Now, I’m not surprised that I slept through someone entering the house, making his way to the bedroom, and hovering over the foot of my bed until I woke up. I mean, that’s what happens when one takes those sleeping pills the doctors prescribe. First one becomes all loopy, and then one stuffs a bunch of food in one’s face, all the while convinced of having sound mind and making acceptable decisions. Then one turns the light off and –boom- falls asleep.

So I wasn’t surprised that this man was able to get in unnoticed. I was bloody freaked out that there was a man staring at me when I left the wonderful world of dreams to return to the dull world of reality. Of course, this time reality wasn’t dull. Who calls reality dull when waking up to a stranger?

When I realized that something was out of place in my bedroom (and my heart started its marathon pace), the gentleman smiled and tipped his hat. His hat? Precisely. Maybe now I should explain why I call him a gentleman.

The person standing unexpectedly before me when I awoke was wearing a three-piece suit, brown and pinstriped like one might imagine Sherlock Holmes wore when he did his official detectiving. The man had a cane in his left hand and a top hat, as quaint as you can be. Not only was he out of place in my bedroom, but he seemed out of place in time.

This anachronistic gentleman tipped his hat, smiled, and extended his right arm in invitation. Now, it is not my habit to join trespassers in a stroll around town in the middle of the night, nor is it my habit to be dressed appropriately for such an event when I am sleeping in my own bed. However, since he looked rather non-threatening, and because my mind was still a little foggy from my nocturnal medications, I quickly slipped out of my bed and clothed myself.

It’s a strange feeling to consider oneself underdressed when one is, in fact, dressed appropriately for the time and the event, but this gentleman had a certain…panache that I believe would have left anyone feeling a bit inadequate in a similar circumstance. My wind pants and t-shirt may have been more utilitarian, but I certainly wasn’t going to look as good doing…whatever it is we were going to do…as the gentleman in the suit.

He led me to the front door where I was able to get my jacket, which had my house key. This was a good thing because I strongly suspect that I would not be as adept as breaking and entering into my own house as this odd nighttime visitor. Without further detainment, the gentleman led me out of my house and onto my front lawn, whereupon another oddity awaited me.

You may recall a week or so ago there was a strange shape on my back lawn which I imagined to be a large fox or small coyote or something equally sinister. It turns out that the creature on the lawn was a fox, and I am able to relate this as a certainty because I saw the same exact beast on my front lawn when the gentleman led me outside.

This animal gave me a start like one I hadn’t had since, well, since waking up to find a stranger in my bedroom. However, the animal looked at the man, and the man looked at the animal, and both had what I can only describe as a look of knowing understanding. The fox seemed to be quite docile, a mere observer of events, and the gentleman gave it another one of his charming smiles that had persuaded me out of bed.

The gentleman led me away from my house and into the trees. I noticed the fox watch our departure, but instead of following, it turned back to minding my house.

How long we walked through the forest, I can’t be sure. I had not donned my watch during my hasty dress. Familiar landscapes quickly became unfamiliar, and the sounds I am used to hearing at night in my neighborhood changed to foreign, if contemporary, noises. When we did emerge from the woods, we were standing directly in front of your residence.

We didn’t have to walk any further, for what the gentleman apparently wanted me to see was quite plain in the light of the moon. There, watching your home as diligently as one was watching mine, was a sizeable grey fox.

The animal turned to look at us. The gentleman remained silent, merely smiling again his enigmatic smile. We stepped back into the woods and allowed the creature to return to its nocturnal vigil.

After another indeterminable amount of time I was returned to my own premises and allowed back into my bed. The gentleman had left me at the front door, so I was not witness to his skills of entering a locked home. When he left, he left alone, and the fox remained in my yard, staring at the house.

Needless to say, I took some time getting back to sleep last night. I could not get the visitation out of my head, the oddity of the experience, and the sights I had witnessed. I thought long about the gentleman, but I thought even longer about the foxes.

As I lie there pondering these events, one thought, nay one certainty, allowed me to relax until I once more fell asleep. The foxes are no mere observers, my dear. They are guardians.

Baby Changing Station

By Roger ~ March 22nd, 2012. Filed under: Stories.

He was washing his hands when the stall door slowly creaked open. Nobody came out, which was odd, but he also noticed the plastic contraption affixed to the wall. It read “Baby Changing Station.” Suddenly he had a glorious idea.

The sign in front of the fast food restaurant boasted that it was open 24/7, but everyone in the area knew that the city was a ghost town after 2AM. When he came back at 2:30 that night, he parked his car by some others in the department store lot next door. There were people inside stocking the shelves overnight, so his car didn’t look out of place. He opened the back door and unstrapped the small bundle from the car seat.

He had needed to drive around town for over an hour before the bundle had stopped crying and finally fell asleep. Now it smelled like sour milk, and definitely needed a clean diaper, but there was no way he was going to chance waking it before getting inside. He walked in slow, swaying steps across the parking lot.

He peeked around the corner of the building. As expected, the interior of the fast food restaurant was devoid of customers. He slowly opened the door. The restaurant’s two employees could be heard talking in the back, over the sound of hip-hop music. He stepped in and guided the door gently closed behind him.

Inside the bathroom, the door to the stall was half open. He stepped forward, careful not to squeak his shoes on the tile. He stepped through the half open door, rather than chance the creaking noise he had heard last time it opened. Here was the baby changing station, folded into the wall just like he last saw it.

He took one final peek out the stall door to make sure no one else entered the bathroom. He turned back and lowered the table of the station.

He set the bundle down on the baby changing station, and the child opened its eyes. It squinted in the bright bathroom interior, frowned, and inhaled a lungful of air to continue the caterwauling it had left off before the car ride. The man lifted up the baby station table and closed it into the wall before the child could begin the scream. Silence.

He was afraid that an employee may have heard the station close but wasn’t sure how long he was supposed to wait before opening it again. He looked at his watch. He looked at the bathroom door. He looked back at his watch. He never realized time could pass so slowly.

When he could wait no longer, he again lowered the baby changing station table. On the table was a puppy. It had a smooth blue bow tied around its neck. The puppy started wagging its tail.

He picked up the puppy. It licked his face. He nuzzled the puppy and scratched it behind the ears. The puppy cocked its head and closed its eyes contentedly.

He walked out of the bathroom, puppy under his arm. He left the restaurant and walked back to his car with a huge grin on his face.