Wednesday night is a dinner lecture on "When the Physician is the Patient" and Thursday I have to present case conference on Peds and Friday is in-training exam and we were supposed to go away for this weekend but we haven't made reservations and I don't know if we can really afford to, since we just learned that we have to pay $400 more on the house we sold over a month ago, but this is the only weekend we can do it.
And it is going to be a long dark teatime of the soul this winter.
Monday morning, and my only task is to find all the things I've deposited around the house over the weekend and get to my rural site on time. My PDA is malfunctioning or I would be writing while there; as it is I spend a great deal of time trying to become smart again.
I am still here. I keep getting told that my writing is growing sparse, and I feel it. It is a dry time.