SATURDAY 6 PM . COLLEEN'S RM 919
My using the phrase "best laid plans" in this morning's post appears to have been prophetic for our plans did indeed "gang aft agley," as the Scots poet Robert Burns put it in 1785, "go oft astray" the English translation.

Colleen slept most of the day, recovering from a sleepless night. So we didn't take the wheelchair tour of the hospital, nor was the word "milkshake" spoken. Doctors and other medical staff were in and out of Colleen's room throughout the day.

Just now, with early evening coming on, charcoal-gray clouds hover over Baltimore. We're on the top floor of the nine-story Hopkins Meyer Building so we have a privileged view of the sky outside the two windows of Colleen's hospital room. Dark clouds and rain are, for me, God talking. 

Col's dinner just arrived. Do I have heart enough to wake her up? I leave you with that cliffhanger.