verification

i was on my way to cgh to visit h when a little voice inside prompted me to check if he was indeed at cgh. turns out he is not, so it's a good thing i didn't end up there, searching frantically for a non-existent patient.

i picked up a golfing mag for h, even though i am completely clueless abt golf or mags, based on the assumption that a golfer would find it a compelling read. and just in case the mag doesn't do the trick, i brought along a slice of fruit cake too.