Ray

It's that time of year, when the sun sneaks in through the sides, looking for a place to hunker down for the winter.









Moby enjoying the new table nearly as much as the new blanket, nearly as much as I do.





Working through my patience with the Chattering Scrub Who Can't Be Arsed today. Not irritated, but tired - of fighting the urge to get frustrated. An emotional, spiritual workout. It's a daily struggle, not to get sucked in, not to give in to anger and disgust, complaint. Some days are easier than others, today was more uphill. That everyone else in the room was lovely helped immensely.

A young surgeon, just finished his fellowship, after residency with us, and most welcome back. A lot of different preferences, but nothing unreasonable. In fact, he's willing to explain his reasoning to me, since I told him I remember what I understand, and not so much just rote lessons. He knows why he wants what he wants, so I endeavor to support that, and make him feel like the attending that he is. He's good at what he does, and I have to look to the young ones to take care of me over the next decades, best to give them the respect they've earned.