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On the way out this morning, I noticed the tomato plants had some leaves that looked very dry. So I checked, and they were all covered with little white larvae of some sort. But I had to get to work. Once there, I asked my cow-orker who grows tomatoes, and she suggested dilute dish soap spray. Then I called D, and he was willing to Save the Tomatoes. When I got home, ten hours later, the little plants were looking much happier, less infested, and not at all dry.

Sometimes work is about running like mad all day. One of our patients woke up saying she was doing her job, and this is not uncommon. Certainly if I were in surgery, I would dream about work... oh, well, I guess that's a little different.


D says Moby was a very high maintenance cat, wanted out, didn't want the harness, wants out, wants back in, no - don't touch me, wants out, etc. Moby is now curled up between us as we watch Community.