Saturday next

Looking back on the week, it was hard work this week. Mostly bumping up against what I'm not yet doing well, that about which I am uninformed, and that which does not come automatically. A great deal of forgiving myself for not knowing things. This gets old.

The walk remains delightful. Mostly rain, now sun-the daffodils starting to fade. Leaves turning now a darker green.

Patients are so sick now-so complicated and so much going on. Someone with a mild stroke just seems to be getting worse and worse-would it really be best to send him home, where he'll be less depressed? Or is that too dangerous, will he not be safe? So many questions.

Easter tomorrow, and my middle daughter's 20th birthday. She grows so beautifully and with such grace.

Today is Saturday

Lately I've been thinking in haiku on the walk to work.

Mittens on the hedge
Awaiting their young owner.
Damp now from spring rain.