Aunt

Pit bulls in flowers.



Looks like an Aunt Dahlia to me.

Blurry, and I'm too tired to re-take, but this is the size of the window, with sills about cat-butt wide.



With cats, at a more decorous distance this time.

Unbelievably tired, with a bruised hand from an injudicious turn at work. Getting a bit of OT this week. Not evenly spread out, starting and ending with 12+ hour shifts. Still, we have a new nurse, from the same place we poached our other two fairly recently new nurses. I think they all got tired of the cancer docs, although probably all that cancer too. I knew early on I would never do oncology. Just, not. I'll stick with the bones and the boys and the toys. Even after a week like this.


Which means we have a really good crew these days, all in all. Just one stinker left to shift, and she's only part-time. One airhead scrub, not bad, just a bit flaky. And another who tends to disappear if not scrubbed in, but does a good job and will rub sore shoulders amazingly well. Two newest scrubs are stellar, if a bit green. Green stars? One very personable and quick, the other less so, but solid and dependable. Which is a nice mix.

Meaning, hard week, but not bad. No sense of having work dumped on one. Makes all the difference. Still, pooped.