The Sound of Silence

Hello couch, my old friend,
I've come to sit with you again,...


So poor Vanessa is to be chained to the couch for at least two more weeks, probably four. :-(

Unfettered time alone on the couch is normally one of the greatest desires of mankind. Soft and comfy, all the beer and Cheez-its a man could ever want, two hundred channels of awesomeness... That's a pretty sweet gig.

For about two days.

Then it gets kind of weird. That big brown cushiony sofa, site of many exciting movie nights, most weekday dinners, occasional trysts and Sunday afternoon naps starts to feel like prison. A nice soft faux-suede prison with fetching decor, big screen TV and very little man-on-man action, but still prison. I did four days hard time and only cried a bit. Vanessa is starting her third week. She is tougher than most think.

We tried to talk to the Doc at Kaiser about reasonable levels of activity but he seems to have a speech impediment that only allows him to say "Sit on the couch." It was kind of fun.

Me: So no bleeding for a week now, isn't that great!

Doc: Sit on the couch!

Me: But Doc, she's doing much better and the couch makes her cry.

Doc: Sit in the couch!

Me: She's got a wicked case of couch-butt.

Doc: Sit on the couch!

Me: What if I my couch was on fire?

Doc: Couch! Baby's only live if you sit on the couch!!!

Me: My couch is made of Uranium and Alligators, the natural enemies of babies.

Doc: Couch!!

Me: The German's are invading!

Doc: Zit on the ze couchen!

Oh well.

So if you are in the area and enjoy Uranium and alligators, please come visit our couch and say hi to Vanessa.

She could use a visitor. There are only so many naps you can take, books you can read, plans you can make... In the end of the day, alone in your own tiny world, without a friend or any other person beside you, it's the silence that gets you.

Joe