Wanting to do a zedyx entry, brain refusing. Everything refusing. Asked to work tomorrow instead of Thursday, so I do. Part of what I once promised myself as a mark of a professional, if asked to change a shift, cover a shift, unless I have a prior commitment, I change or cover. No questions asked. For the most part, this policy has served me well over the years.
Short day, but hectic. I knew, five cases (so, ten total for this surgeon) in each of two rooms, with the particular likable but chaotic surgeon, the schedule would be a mere suggestion. As indeed, it was. Starting with the very first case. Left at 1330, though, so, hard to complain. Much juggling, all to make it easier on the patients, three of which were over 80. Carpal tunnel releases and trigger fingers, for the most part.
Icy, biting, wet bitter winds, although not that cold really. Snowing off and on, but nothing sticking. March at it's finest. Harsh, but transitory.
Coming home from groceries, later, saw a group of young men at the homeless young men's transition home across the street. Looks to be starting up. They were having a group portrait taken on the porch just as I walked by across the street. I waved, don't know if they saw me or not. Our new neighbors, and probably good 'uns.
Thursday, digging and planting. Snailacide.
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Gotta love those short days.
There was a big kerfluffle in a neighbourhood not far from mine where a transition home was planned, but then never carried out. I'd be in support of one.
did you know that snails got thousands and thousands of teeth and not a one of 'em uses crest?
snow. it is snowing here. started at wight this morning. gonna go to eight tomorrow night. maybe two feet.
oh, i hope!!!!
Phil,
Today made up for it. I can't imagine this neighborhood objecting, and I don't think anyone did.
flask,
Ha. No more substantial snow for us, not down here. The mountains keep getting it, but it's hurting the skiers. Literally, many, many fractures, and more than a few fatalities.
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