The ambulance driver told her he was a minister and a Pagan -- whether a real Pagan or a Christian trying to establish rapport we can't tell. He told Marsha he was a minister; she told him she was Pagan; and he told her he was too. So either he was being strategically silent about his Paganism until he found out he wouldn't disapprove; or he was backpedaling the Christianity when he found out she wasn't one.
Ah well -- he brought her water and her microphone, in possible defiance of numerous regulations, so he's O.K. in my book.
Today: As sometimes happens, whoever was supposed to call me from the nursing home didn't, so the first I knew was when I walked in for my regular visit. Marsha got moved from the Emergency Room to a regular hospital room about 1:00 a.m., and I shuttled back and forth between the nursing home and the hospital for her computer (and later, for her glasses, which we'd both forgotten). I see I sent an email to work from the hospital about 3:45 a.m., so I must have gotten home a little after 4:00.
