“The doctor does these procedures 20 times a day,” I mused. “It’s a big deal for us, but it’s no big deal for him. He could probably do it with his eyes closed.”
Five a.m. may be called morning, but I consider it night.
It was so dark out there, inky and shadowy as we drove down the Palisades Parkway. A light coating of snow clung to the tree branches, making our surroundings all the gloomier.
As usual, I talked too much and my husband talked too little.
“The doctor does these procedures 20 times a day,” I mused. “It’s a big deal for us, but it’s no big deal for him. He could probably do it with his eyes closed.”
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