The Boss is on vacation again this week. Should be interesting. Thankfully, so is the Slug. The charge nurses in control don't need any more mayhem than what occurs naturally at the Hotel.
The unit is cool in some spots and hot in others. It's a classic case of quads like it hot and everyone else likes it cool. This is the time of year I hope to take care of all the people who like it cool. Otherwise, I melt. I throw off the isolation gown ('cause it seems like almost everyone in our place is on isolation) and run into the cool hallway to get some relief.
And with all the heat and humidity comes the storms. Nice if I didn't feel like watering the plants, but not so nice when I'm out with Bubba and the scouts fishing. Those fish just don't like to bite during thunderstorms and standing in an open area with a fishing rod, is not the smart thing to do.
So Momma is gonna retire to some nice air conditioning, with a cool glass of whatever looks good.
More adventures later...
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