The Neon Nurse's Charting

That's kind of how the day's been going. Caro needed gas in her car, and the 3 cents off a gallon card lives in my purse, so we decided to go into town together to get a fill-up for her Nimbus '95. "We can go get the gas first," I said. "We have half an hour before the Post Office closes--it'll take five minutes."

Yeah. Five minutes before there was a pump free. But then, like a highly trained professional pit crew, we leapt into action, me swiping the cards and punching the buttons and Caro handling the hose. Which would have worked out great, but because it was still about 97 degrees out at 4:30, removing the hose handle enabled a back surge, providing Caro with exciting parting gifts of
new low-octane insoles and a free eyewash.

Luckily we had a bottle of water in the car which had been sitting there all afternoon and so was nice and warm. Caro is fine, and we even got to the post office on time, despite nearly getting squashed in the turn lane at the traffic light by an 18-wheeler who seemed to be having his own five minute type day.

Oh, and if you weren't sure, I'm back. Sunday I didn't manage to get back to doing much of anything, as my knees decided to go on a melt-down strike in protest of all the heavy algae scrubbing action I put them to earlier in the day. I DID manage to hobble to the cookout, and it was excellent. But my knees and I went to bed very early, since I had the trip to Denver scheduled and I had already rescheduled that doctor's appointment once.

It went fine. We had a good time, no problems, Mike is 1 1/2" taller and 7 pounds heavier, and will continue on his usual meds barring any untoward cuts in the programs that service special needs kids.

So all is reasonably well, except that I had a TON of things tabbed to read or reply to in my leisure evening hours, but my computer froze up and I lost them. Yeah, I can go through and collect them again, but I'm never SURE I re-found everything....

Is my five minutes over yet?