Pizza

Yesterday was exceptionally long. Medical student helping move a very large patient, out of ignorance or misunderstanding, left me pulling a whole lot of weight in a bad way. After a moment to assess how much my back hurt, I taught him how it needed to be done in future. Home late. But D made dinner, (wonderful soul) and D, Moby, and broiled chicken and sauteed peppers greeted me as I dragged in. I soaked in a hot bath, then slept. Today felt like swimming through tar. Only ran a half hour over, mostly because the last room was just finishing, and it means a lot when the second-to-last-room's staff helps clean up the last-room. Really a lot. So, we did. Only fair, really.

Pizza tonight, both of us worn by the short week gone mad at the end. Cheese with pesto, excellent choice, I thought.