Oh boy, I was getting ready for my volunteer nursing rounds at the local hospice, when I noticed a note by the computer! It says, “Dear roommate of the Anura order, Feel free to make a post on the blog today. This isn’t a trap.” I don’t have much to say today, except I need to get my scrubs tailored. They hang on me like Squirrely’s saddlebags, loose and without regard for children who may be present.
