"It's not that I'm afraid to die. I just don't want to be there when it happens."
I am in a waiting mode at the moment. We came yesterday for an appointment and found ourselves in limbo, as the hospital was completely without electricity. Hours stuck, hope, no hope, giving up. We eventually went home and found out later that this whole part of the city was dark until well into evening. The villain looks to be a mylar balloon that hit a transformer. So we are back again this morning for another try. I had to cancel my Shakespeare class, too, to act as chauffeur. If we were still productive members of society, this would all be awkward, to say the least, but being retired, our time is theirs, like it or not.