In a hurry this morning — but don’t want to fall behind in my A to Z postings.
A ditty has been running through my head since accompanying my father for his echocardiogram.
I had written a more thoughtful piece about a visit to the cardiologist several months ago.
Then I turned the ditty in my head into a bad poem that I posted for a couple of days. Subscribers would have seen it. (And, really, I’m so sorry!)
It was so cheesy that I took it down.
I’d much rather you read “The Cardiologist.”