The late morning drive to the hospital in the middle of Longwood Ave in Boston is unhurried, and I feel like a city girl now, in the know (even if only from the window).
And now getting through the complicated building maze is a breeze -- go from P1 to 1Star to P2, then down the Yawkey corridor through the closed doors to the purple card scanner and off to the changing room.
So far, everything seems relatively easy, and about an hour or two after I get home my body gives in and I sleep for an hour or two... but that is about it.
It feels that the door to the end of the corridor is halfway opened, and light is coming through, and there is just another month to go in this predictable pattern.
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