Greetings from cloudy Charlotte. This afternoon, Ten and our friend Allegory will submit to my unwelcome touches while I practice my physical exam skills on them. For how simple the skills are ("wash hands" and "listen to bowel sounds") you wouldn't believe how hard it is to remember everything. Next Wednesday I will be evaluated as I perform the same procedure on Even Wheel.
Afterward, to recover our respective bruised dignities, we plan to cook a feast of borscht, spinach lasagna, asparagus, and popovers. I guess I'm a little nervous about the borscht, since I have a bit of a history of overbeeting. Rumor has it that some Apples to Apples might make an appearance.
In other news, TBF is considering moving back to New Orleans. That's an exciting prospect. Hair in Louisiana has certainly taken a turn for the worst since TBF evacuated.