What was your favorite part of the day?

Tonight my mother and I were sitting in the living room watching television.  We saw a commercial for KFC (blech!!) in which a mother asked her 3 children what their favorite part of their day had been.  I asked my mom what hers had been.  She sat on the porch this morning and painted.  The weather was fine, and the dogs were quiet. 

My favorite part of today was going to the hospital.  I can always count on having a good afternoon on Fridays.  Today was not the best visit we've had to the hospital.  I was exhausted before we even arrived.  I had considered calling off, but I decided to suck it up and go in.  The woman who works in the volunteer office was so happy to see Brownie.  She loves my girl, and I don't blame her.  She was glad to see us, so I was glad we made it in.

We saw some people in the ICU waiting room.  The first people we saw were startled to see a dog walking in.  Then, when they realized that I had brought her there to visit, they scratched her and laughed at her.  One woman said she wasn't surprised by Brownie's name, she thought Brownie looked like she could eat a tray of brownies.  There was an elderly gentleman sitting alone, reading the paper who kept looking over his paper and smiling at Brownie.  When I took her over to see him, he stroked her ears and told her what a good girl she was. 

There were no patients to see in the ICU.  It isn't surprising that almost everyone was sleeping, those are the most ill patients in the hospital.

We went to the 4th floor, and nobody wanted to see her.  I haven't had that experience before, but maybe the universe was looking out for me because I was soooo tired.