It's been a long day at hospital. I've been doing them for a while, so in one way I'm used to them, and since the past few weeks I've been taking Friday off so Ruthie can head off to Mother Mary's, overall time is slightly lower. Ten hours days, though...
Could be worse. Today proved frustrating, though, because of one thing I was doing. I'd just get into a groove on one project and Da Bipper would go off. Not Moi Bipper, which I keep on vibration because I hate bipper bipps, but de TTP Bipper which is playing Bacharach... and I would head off to take care of TTP. BTW, doesn't matter what TTP is, really. Just... an annoyance.
On another hand, though, after reading an entry by a Friend of a Friend (Friends who are unaware of my propensity to read, and wander, Be Warned: I tend to wander through your Friends Lists to read) a couple days back, the words that ran through my head for Bacharach (which, after I realized is what Da TTP Bipper did when it Bipped)...
Then, I'd finish up the moment of TTP'ing, and start back into the groove, and Da Bipper would Vibrate. Oh, yes, that's Life Offering Me Another Opportunity to Provide Helpful Support. Which, on one Brownian Motion occasion, resulted in this:
CHIN TO KNEES, TABLE TO TABLE
That, too, need mean nothing to anyone else but those here at hospital. If you are truly curious, I will leave you to your imaginings.
At any rate, Ruthie returned to me safely yesterday evening, and we caught up with each other's weekends. Mother Mary is indeed approaching Her Next Great Adventure. She is now holding conversations with People We Can't See.
Now, I am tired. I go home.