in the hospital where I have been working for weeks.
It doesn’t matter why, really, though there are reasons; personal ones, and yet the simple fact that I got lost is paramount.
These last couple of weeks, I am more distractable (is that even a real word?) than usual … so much so that I got off the elevator on the wrong floor and proceeded to wonder aimlessnessly (again … is that a real word) until I realized that I was well and truly lost.
I focus.
Then re-focus.
Then re-focus again.
I find that I would have much more time to do my work if I wasn’t constantly re-focusing to bring myself back into the moment that is before me.
How many times must a person focus to get off the elevator on the right floor? I guess, all things considered, that is is good thing I am covering in a position that doesn’t require giving injections or starting IV’s.
I try to reign my thoughts in and find it is taking much longer than usual to move past this obstacle.
I wonder, credibly, if I will be able to find my way to work tomorrow.
Sometimes, and there is no way to say this other than to just say it … then apologize to God for thinking such …
Sometimes, life really is a bitch.
Damn her.
Old man smoking his cigarette … 
Sometimes the light really is just a train …
A Photographer's Heart 