Moby took to the bed as soon as I got up, so I turned the electric bed pad on for him. He snuggled in deeper as it warmed beneath him. I get huge pleasure from watching him enjoy his comfort so thoroughly. He's in his corner on the balcony, now, basking. Not a bad reason to get up in the morning, to provide pleasure to another creature, so simply, so easily.
Late at work yesterday, but to do a case that unequivocally needed to be done. The surgeon delayed due to another case bumping back his cases at another hospital. Emergencies before urgencies. Hard to explain this to patients waiting hours, hungry and hooked to an IV, wanting to be done and home. But once in the OR, procedures take the time they take, each patient gets all the time needed, and everyone else must wait. Not that there aren't frivolous reasons for delays, on occasion. But not often, and usually it's because patients are late, or have issues, at least in the places I've worked. Rarely, it is the surgeon, the same one, you know which one I mean. Same person you work with who is always late, always with an excuse, the one the rules don't apply to.
Got a chili plant, and potted it hopefully. Need a bit more soil. Sitting outside, waiting for D to get home.
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