Waiting

I am at dialysis waiting for my turn at the machine. I just got here. The weather today is cool and rainy. My muscles are achy a bit, but I should be okay. My arms are covered in my cat jacket I’ve had for a few years when a former tenant at Burbank Plaza who owned sit before me—Kate. She is a neighbor I would not want to be neighbors to again if I can help it. She’s not always friendly. I don’t dislike her, but she is not my favorite person, though.