I awaken to sunlight streaming through the window. Luckily, the adrenalin inducing pace slowed to a trickle by midnight. I take a detour to Little Falls, which is now bigger falls during the Spring melt.
Rounds, clinic--a nicely paced work day. I am not rushed--I have time to chat and counsel.
At the end of the day, I stop by to chat with one of my diminutive yet spunky octogenarian patients. She gives me some of her homemade cheese and potato perogies. What a lovely gesture. They will taste great with fried onions.
Post call: I am allowed to leave town. I take my flashy yellow Jeep out for a spin. Perch Lake, 15 minutes down the road, is a good sunset-watching spot. Beaver lodges rise out of icy ponds. Naked birch branches reach into the sky--I rather like them bare.
I see paw prints--dog, I think...or hope. Certainly not bear. Just in case, I return to the protective confines of my Jeep. Bears are pretty hungry in the Spring.
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