Yesterday went zip.
One surgeon with her fellow and a resident did eleven cases in two rooms within seven hours. Mostly smaller cases, and she is first rate, and did right by each patient, but everyone was highly motivated to finish the day. Which is to say, I was home by 1600, with a cup of tea and some entertaining cookies. I was not entirely entertained, more like pleased, but that'll do. Can't expect that much from a mere cookie.
The roads were merely wet at 0700 yesterday, the snow apparently stopped early enough the night before to allow the plows to keep them clear, and the temps high enough not to then form lovely black ice. A poorly organized pot luck in our department (way too much sugar.) Indian rice and stew. I'd thrown in a bag of baby carrots in my pack the night before because I had nothing else to take for lunch. It became a much welcomed bowl of community carrots, and I got dessert. Bread, orange, carrots and chocolate. I rarely eat from the home cooked pots. Probably safe, but the hepatitis C outbreak in this town, although blamed on various restaurants - media got all het up about the closures- turned out to be home cooked food brought to pot lucks. Pot bad luck. Oral fecal route on that disease.
We didn't much feel like seeing midnight, although we heard it, as downtown fireworks went off.
Moby seems considerably better today, not as jumpy and irritable. The air, while not ideal, is breathable. Especially for little lungs.
There maybe a more holiday themed post later today. Right now, I'm enjoying having slept in and not being at work. Plenty of joy just in that.