( Tiny work angst )
There is the prospect of another autopsy on Monday. Unfortunately I am now bereft of my new autopsy-loving friend, who has gone to town to do night shifts in one of the big hospitals. I feel for her, having done a similar thing myself once upon a time. I have her e-mail and will endeavour to keep in touch.
Was going to go out tonight and sit on the sidewalk watching all the girls go by (as the old song says) while it was still daylight. My body had other ideas, and I collapsed on the bed for around half an hour. Nevertheless, headed out anyway. Still watched all the girls go by. For all my long-term taste for redheads (which, alas, has never been satiated), I've found myself giving second glances to more than one pale-skinned dark-haired goth-type.
Had fun talking to my junior registrar about parallels between my career and Harry Potter's life at Hogwarts, with my first supervising consultant in the starring role of Lord Voldemort (which he doesn't really deserve; it's just that we had a personality clash). Nevertheless...
( Spoilers for all the books )
Oh where, oh where, can my OTP be? Oh where, oh where can she be? (Grins)