Hi there, come on in.  No, don't get too close ... I really don't feel good.  Thank you, and I feel worse than I look.  It's one of those stomach flu viruses that pops up now and again when you're an unsuspecting victim.  Translation: turn around and run.

So here I sit alone, feeling like death warmed over but proud that I'm saving the world from further infection.  I work the desk at an oceanfront motel, as many of you know, and it's really freaking busy at this time of the year.  Which means that I meet, greet and warmly welcome lots of folks into the fold every day.  Tonight I am cursing them all - since I don't know which one of the insolent bastards decided to share this with me.  Don't tell my Mom I said bastards.  Please.  When I'm sick I revert to a child and really worry about things like that.

Things like the ashtray under the bed or the bong in the closet.  The ding in the fender and the scratch on the door.  The bonfire my friends and I started that required the assistance of the friendly neighborhood fire department or the upchucking into the porcelain god of parties gone wild.  Mental note - do not say "upchucking".  Excuse me for a moment.

The lights are low, the music is soft and I'm in the ugly blue chair with my feet tucked up underneath me and my arms wrapped around a pillow.  And I'm sick.  I've even had to abandon my cheap Zin for some tea that Wendy left.  It's a comfort, as is the thought that you're all out there feeling wonderful and having fun.  Even though I'm alone, I'm wondering ... what are you doing tonight?

Hi there, come on in.  Another long and exhausting day full of vitriol, heartbreak and angst.  At least if you watched the news or spent much time on-line.  If you were lucky enough to explore the rest of what life has to offer perhaps you were able to manage a smile.  Find yourself a seat somewhere while I get you whatever you need.  Like it?  It is soothing, I agree.  Perhaps not a perfect fit for everyone, but sometimes gentle music can lead to peaceful thoughts ... and the immeasurably important deep breath.  Before you get settled, add something to the queue for the evening - a song or two or a favorite movie, your choice.  As always.

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I heard a slight sound and decided to investigate ... even dreams are worth exploration.  Oh!  Hi there, come on in.  Or back away from the doorway, if you choose.  Display your voice or remain silent, it's really up to you.  I'm here whether you are or not.  If you decide to join me, know that you are welcome no matter the circumstances of your arrival nor the time of day.  My living room is open to you whenever you need a place to land after a long and eventful day or night; the sofa awaits.  When you need to breathe, to close your eyes and let the world pass for just a moment.  We might be friends - we might be strangers who haven't crossed paths thus far.  Nevertheless, I hope you find a piece of home here with me.  Or a piece of whatever you need.

You.  Why do you hesitate?  Like a skiddish cat, you resist my offer of friendship even as you cling to the frame around the door.

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