A busy workday.
Seemed like we were all running around in well-orchestrated mayhem, weaving around each other, ducking into rooms, emerging from doorways. Dodging equipment as we roll our appendages up and down the hall. Blood pressure machines, rolling computer workstations. Call lights, telephone rings, voices, the sounds of wheeled equipment on wood floors. Cacophony.
All day long.
And we left night shift with the continuing chaos.
A safe drive home in the threats of a winter storm warning. It was raining, with an almost-snow type of precipitation. Almost like it was raining slush. But it was 38 degrees. Holt's precipitation was much less--very light snow flurries. We'll see what it does overnight, as I go back to work again tomorrow.
Thank you for reading. Hugs.