No matter how I tried to spin it intellectually, five days in a hospital room closing in on the end of the cigar-selling season is depressing. Yes, I was there to heal, but the confinement was not my choice. Time stops. Lee Krasner’s biography just sits there. Spiral notebooks remain unopened. Small, plastic cups of apple juice remind me of urine samples. There are no comfortable positions to lie down on the bed. TV is indeed – a wasteland. Throughout my stay, I had no urge for a cigar. None. Pain can divert delightful desires. Only in retrospect was my stay favorable – late December.
I am getting better. My condition is improving. Iced tea will again quench my thirst.
Twenty-four is looking good. Lots of new brands are in my cigar bag.
Merry Christmas.
Let it snow.
Let it snow.
Let it snow.
IrvCigarBroker 
Here’s to a healthy and hospital-free twenty-four!
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Word press said my comment was refused…I simply don’t get it. Gosh I had no clue. I hope whatever was happening is repaired and you’re on the road of recovery. A hospital stay is at the top of my not to do list.
Too loud, invasive, screws up a well honed daily routine, Wi-Fi always sucks, many many bs rules, and I have to go at their pace or schedule. Basically I don’t like loss of autonomy and privacy.
And I’ve never had a good outcome, always something goes to crap.
Get well, charge up that body, tune up the mind, enjoy your holiday, and let it snow.
I’ve always been adverse to authority, and lack of clear communication system wide. Cheers Mate, “see” you next year. The only times I miss winter, is when the fire is burning, snowing outside, hot cup of coffee with a bump of bourbon, the hum of family chatter, and my dog beside me.
Life is good
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Exact same post copy pasted, no idea why first post was refused.
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Sorry to hear. Glad you’re mending
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Thank you, Dave. You and the Mrs. Enjoy the holidays.
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