When I left this morning, having parked in front, this bulk sat between the houses. Our neighbors have been more than gracious about this interruption, so I brought them cinnamon rolls this afternoon. The skip should be gone in the morning. I am working tomorrow, thanks to some juggling by the charge nurses, with Thursday off to be here for the solar panels.
The roof really does look spiffy, with five new vents on each side to moderate temperature inside the attic, and by extension, the house. Gutters tomorrow, then we really hope for rain. May rain tonight, which is just too soon. Ah, well. Getting rain barrels as well, at a good discount, in April.
Had to work with Dr. Chaos today, which always annoys me. He's not a bad* person, he just doesn't plan nor communicate clearly, which leaves me ad libbing, which is NOT my idea of a good day at work. I like to have everything ready before the first case starts, so if anything changes or goes wrong, I focus on the problem, not the problem on top of everything else. Dr. Chaos does not. Which gets right up my nose.
When I got home, they were still stomping and thumping about, compressor running and stuff flying off the roof. Picked up Moby, he settled in. So I sat with him by the front window. Then Eleanor came up and sat on my knee. Becatted was I.
She does like being close to us, as long as we don't grab.
Moby looking much better these days, eating well, feeling more substantial. We watch the turds carefully, and dose him with lactulose if he's not squeezing one out at least once in about 36 hours. He doesn't like the stuff, but gets over it quickly.
"What?!"
* Wouldn't let him operate on me, or anyone I loved. He's not terrible, not even bad, but somewhat slapdash compared to his exceptional colleagues.
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What I heard: *cinnamon rolls*
I love nurses. Thank gawd they are around to keep things running.
Fresca,
And quite rightly.
Cat,
For the most part, I have to agree. The nurses I work with take their jobs very seriously, and know their stuff. Makes up for a significant amount of personal frustration.
Slapdash isn't a word I think I'd be happy to hear about a surgeon. But it goes to show you that in a room of five people, they can always be ranked.
Sounds like good progress is being made already.
Hopefully you get the rain. We got a small pattering of rain in the mid-afternoon today. More tomorrow, and then Fri-Sun look to be clear, sunny and warm.
I like the word 'skip'. I learned it in Lindsey Davis's Falco mysteries.
Nimble,
I've enjoyed most of the Falcos. Didn't like Davis' last novel, all things must come to an end. I learned skip from Ground Force (the bbc garden revamp show.)
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