A quiet afternoon in my armchair by the window, listening to the rain come down outside.

Ahh...

Let the healing begin...

Trying to cope…

I love you all…

Okay, now it's two gin rickeys...

Telling patients to put their masks on before entering the clinic. Telling them to keep it up over their noses.

Patient today called mask-wearing the 'craziest thing ever!'

I suppose. Other than dying from preventable diseases, I guess.

Five hours to go. There's a very strong gin rickey at home with my name on it. Plenty of lime so I don't get the scurvy...

Gin does the trick.

"Drunk For A Penny

Dead Drunk For Tuppence

Clean Straw For Free"

If so, then General Milley did the right thing by assuring China that the US would stand by that commitment no matter what Trump wanted to do with our nukes.

General Milley did the right thing.

Let the 'pukes trash him.

We Democrats shouldn't.

We're down one exam room for the day.

Good news again: This may keep my schedule from ballooning to Brobdingnagian proportions...

Had a couple of nice strong Margaritas to go with Mrs. Aristus’ excellent tortilla soup.

It’s nice to be off call.

I love you all…

No more 3am calls for a while…

And I can have a stiff drink if I want…

When my scheduler gets here, I'm going to have him call the patient and tell him no. Not just no, but FUCK NO!

This is the first request, but I doubt it will be the last.

God, get me through today...