Parched

Water…I need water. It’s 88 degrees outside outside and the wind is blowing so hard that I’m afraid the windows will be ripped off their hinges. It’s supposed to rain eventually, but right now it’s drier than an AA meeting around here. I keep expecting tumbleweed to drift across the streets below.
One of my nurses has been on maternity leave and today she informed me that she won’t be coming back. I kind of expected that, but the news was still disappointing. We had become good friends and I’ll miss having her around. Ah well, another person steps off the merry-go-round that is life on the 19th Floor. Time for a new rider.