Across the Universe.
Or at least across the street.
My window here at the hospital faces a research building across the way. This building is covered in shiny, reflective glass and looking into the reflection is my only way of telling what the weather is outside, because apparently their building is taller than mine and gets a slice of sunshine there at the top.
I asked one of the nurses if that was another hospital, wondering if there were other patients trapped in there, being all impatient.
"No, that's a research building. They're there at all hours of the day and night in their white lab coats," she said.
Sure enough, when I peeked out my window, I could see the research people scurrying around like lab rats (rimshot) and chatting with one another.
So, after careful consideration (and also after covering my fingertips in marker), I made a few signs:
And stuck them to my window, in hopes that one of the researchers would maybe write back.
(And, of course, a makeshift cartoon version of Siah made it onto the sign. Because I miss that fuzzy little piglet - don't tell her, though, because I don't want her getting all arrogant.)
So far, no response. I may need to update the signs later today or tomorrow with a new message - any suggestions? Because my brain is FRIED OUT at the very thought that, a week from today, I'll be holding my daughter in my arms.
(And, for the record, Across the Universe is a quality song. No denying it. The Beatles are on the top of my playlist as I wait for BSparl.)