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Big schedules every day this week. Difficult cases, atypical. Interesting stories, though.

One of our nurses is moving south to run a winery with her family. She's so good hearted, and very intelligent, and completely disorganized, a typical artist. I'll miss her greatly as a person, and not at all for the messes I've cleaned up from her scattered attention. We all hope she will make a success of it.

Often I will say, "When I get tired of picking things up off the floor, or opening things, I really need to find another line of work." That is so much of what I do. Open sterile supplies, as well as other items, and pick up whatever gets dropped. I also mop. Usually, it's simply the job in front of me, to which I ascribe no quality. Today, I am, at least for a short while, tired of all these things. A most welcome long weekend, and I should be fine on Tuesday.

Mostly, the computer interruptions got up my nose most. Just getting to the charting turned into a search and rescue operation. Multiple problems with the network. I'm deeply suspicious of the IT department as they start new crap up for the new semester. That, or the first futballs game of the year overwhelmed the system. Oh, yeah, leaving on Thursday, took me 17 minutes to get through campus, normally five minutes at worst. I'm not a fan. Knew it, but there are no alternative routes. No better ones.

Feeling depleted. Strewn in the gales. Baked in the late August sun slant. Blown and seedy.


Moby gave me a long hug when I got in.

D got me a new clock, because the old one was becoming unreliable. Very thankful that he opened it for me, put in batteries. Old clock makes a great mantle clock. Could have sent it in, gotten a trade in, refurbishment. But we love the old one, and D assures me it's worth it, we can afford it, so I acquiesce with new learned grace. A gift, so.