Sage struggles through a window over near the closet that leads to the Recovery Ward. This not-too-subtle arrival follows the screeching of brakes in the parking lot behind the Tavern.

Whew. Made it. I started a simple thread last week and it got kind of lively. I need to hide rest for a few minutes.

What's a good drink for Sunday morning? A mimosa? Someting with juice? I'll have one of those. Would you bring it over here--I'll be at this table in the shadows, with my back to the wall and watching the door.

Whew.