No. No. No. No. I wake feeling way too refreshed. Looking at my clock, I realize just how right I am. It's almost eight in the morning. I should be walking out the door to go to the gym and make it to the hospital by the time visiting hours start at nine. God, I'll never make it, and he'll be there alone.
Thank God I called Cam last night. They left the hospital after being there several hours but before I had a chance to have any type of discussion with her about work. Luckily, I can do my job from anywhere in the world as long as I have my computer. I love being at Healing Wings but I don't have to work in the building. She was very understanding, assuring me I didn't have to call in daily, but to keep her posted about Moby's progress. It's weird working with a friend, not knowing how
