LAB CREATURES

Today was rather exhausting. Got up extremely early so that I could be at work well before anyone showed up. Which means that as I write this it is past my bedtime. And it was cold both in the morning and after nightfall. For which I'm blaming malignant providence.
As well as the usual suspects.

On very bright spot was hearing the neurosurgeon trying to convince some insurance company phone-drooge overseas that he was not artifical intelligence but a reall live human being. Apparently his voice sounds like a robot. To some mal-educated dingo in a cheap part of the world who is probably trained to make things as difficult as possible.

If you ever wondered why you can't get essential care, now you know. Insurance company tactics. They want you to just die. It's the American thing to do.

[My heavens these poofy corn styrofoam nuggets are salty and cheesy and just packed with crunchie-munchie goodness! And there are real dairy byproducts among the ingredients. Kudos!]

The neurosurgeon is a very patient man.
Sadly, I am not.


That's why he gets to talk to the obfuscation department, and I get to giggle.
It's also an entirely different pay grade.

Anyway, I also heard about lab mice and antibodies while he telephone-conferenced and smoked cigars. I enjoyed my pipe while puttering around, and I think both of us got a lot accomplished before the rancid old coots made that difficult. When I got back to the city my feet felt like a wreck. More so while waiting for the bookseller to arrive. The cold didn't help. The pipe I smoked while waiting did.

It was a short evening, but added to the hours since I got up it's been a helluva long day. My legs feel like trash right now.

The ghost of an iceberg is tormenting me.



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