A Timely Treat

Dear Diary:

Sometimes comfort comes when you least expect it.

In the hospital, tired to the bone and hooked up to machines that blinked at me and beeped if I made the slightest move, I got the news I had been waiting for.

“You’re going to be released,” said the nurse. She had helped me connect my phone, but had disapproved of the slippers I had brought with me to the hospital. “You might as well stay for dinner, though,” she added, “The cart’s just on the way.”

And so it was: My tray came with a nice piece of salmon and mac and cheese (low sodium, no doubt). Then I saw it: a fresh chocolate chip cookie — still warm, still soft and oozing with sugary goodness.

I scooped it up and savored each bite. I was ready to be set free.

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