Week

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Oh, apparently it defaults without this option. Gods. Well, that was a bother.

Monday.


A short day for work. Very hot for April, if 90˚F is your idea of hot for early spring. The House is cool, with curtains drawn, the advantage of a bungalow. Must research bungalow. Want to research this house, going to the state historical society records office soon. Since we live in a damn historical district.


Another week or so for the blinds. Looking very forward to the change of light. Picked a good week to hide, doing four days in a row, with Friday off due to low census. Actually, no census at all. Dunno why.

Refugee patient, one of those I feel so protective over. North Korean, with a difficult to find interpreter who brought her young daughter. I drew a smiley face on a red ball for her, which she took quietly, but then excitedly showed her mum. She was very patient and quiet for her age, and the patient seemed to see her as a granddaughter. Surgeon did a beautiful job for him.


Tuesday,
Three very long, hard cases. The end game resolved as it should, with everyone done in time to help every other room clean up and put away. So tired.

Wednesday,
Three long, hard days. Surveys: local Transportation, PhD's spirituality dissertation thesis, called for nurses to answer - read as assuming belief in God, one question ungrammatical to the point of incomprehensibility. Finally, a university self promo - I stopped for lack of an "other" option. Woke up with the Campfire Girls song in my head. Had to admit to D that my father, for all his evil, took physical/financial care of his family, to the best of his poor ability give the devil his due. Not an excuse, but.


Thursday.
Make it an even four. Another transportation survey, this time from work. Delighted to be off three days in a row. Plans for outside work. Snow possible, though it won't stick. A suicide at D's place of work, a jumper from the roof of the library. Another story this evening of a stabbing in the parking lot of the grocery store two blocks from us.

Moby seems to be off laps a bit. Sitting on the futon in front of the fireplace, now that the other blanket is there. More comfortable for everyone, really. Still. Spent quite a while mrowring at the other creature out on the porch, until I shooed the couldn't-be-a-cat-because-he's-the-only-cat away. Even then, his territory, other creatures strictly unwanted.

This was a perfect week to duck down and discover the life teeming under rocks.