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So this morning, after watching the sun rise, and reading a little between glances across the water and the city out to Mt Ranier, I headed down from the sleeping loft, still in my purple organic cotton night shirt... and who should I see but Larry, one of my classmates from CWTA, in Chen, walking along the dock outside my window. I was vaguely aware he worked right across the street, but apparrently his business partner also owns a boat at the same moorage, and their company is looking at upgrading the electrical. So I invited him in for a quick chat and Whee! with some luck I'm going to have a local practice partner. (And a local practice partner who knows Laojia Yilu better than I do, too. He's one of my favorite people to train with.)

Hard to get a better start to the day than that.

Oh, but finding out that Wholesoy Soy Yogurt is in fact pretty decent helps. (Yogurt and granola is one of my favorite breakfasts, but I really haven't been feeling like facing dairy first thing in the day recently. So this is perfect.) And then there's the fresh figs.

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Index rebuilds really are the bane of my existence. Bored, bored... maybe I should get a real lunch for once.

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There is this curious swimming upstream feeling one gets when walking from Health Sciences to the hospital proper. It's not an all at once sort of thing, but gradually, as one progresses along the halls the floor becomes more level, a real ceiling is acquired, and everything becomes newer, brighter and more sterile. By the time I made it to the "surgery pavillion" we were well into late ninties ugly glass and metal and lots and lots of light.

And no, I can't get my prescriptions transferred to the pharmacy here (for crying out loud, I work in a building that is contiguous with a hospital, and I'm going to have to go to the Rite Aid) until such time as I get a PCP at this hospital. Gr.