Meanwhile on the home front, I have 3 hospitalized patients to pass along to colleagues, including 2 at a hospital that requires a special favor. We shall see. Nothing is going to diminish the joy of this vacation. I have a day to pack, and the Canon postcard printer was found by that star sleuth, Conchita, who keeps my office from its perpetual centrifugal expansion. Somehow, it's sort of an astronomical phenomenon, with my stuff spreading out farther and farther until it reaches the trash cans, usually sped along by Lin. Another woman in my life had suggested that I simplify everything by living in a dumpster, which could be evacuated, weekly.
Well, the Bruins have left me speechless, so I'll read and pack. I may disappear for 2 weeks as the internet at the hotel is nearly $10/day.... that's a bit absurd. Hard to complain, though, when I think of the other rates for the food.