Away we go.

     As I've said, this hospital is a mere 10 minutes drive from my home.  This will be important later.  So I arrived, found parking, and went to see my sister.

      Have I mentioned this?  Each time I now get into one of these older elevators it reminds me of a movie.  I know only the premise, wasn't promising enough for me to go out and see.

     The screen play was written by 
none other than M. Night Shyamalan.  Called the Devil in the Elevator.  Of course having never seen it, but just reading the whole synopsis while you didn't know you were waiting.  The elevator also reminds me of something from youtube.  Where somewhere in South America people get on the elevator.  Lights flicker.  Girl crawls out from a hidden panel and eventually screams.  Lights flicker off.  Girl disappears.  Anyways that's where my mind goes.

      I get to the room.  My sister is there.  Apologetic.  They gave her a fan and a zanax.  She apologized to me.  And in all fairness, the room is still rather hot.

     Went home and filled my brother in law in.  So ends Sunday.

-later