Well, I’m pretty tapped out, so it’ll be a short post today. I’m back in the saddle, running around the hospital on the psychiatry consult service. This is my last year of phased retirement and in 11 months—I’ll be fully retired.
I put 36 floors and 3 miles on the step counter. I’m feeling every one of those. Sena bought me some banded collar shirts and I’m wearing those instead of a shirt with a necktie. I don’t need a tie bar.
And I don’t worry about a delirious, violent patient strangling me with my necktie.
We had a small scare tonight. We were looking at my total compensation statement (the last one) and got the Sharp Elsi Mate EL-505 vintage calculator out to crunch some figures. The calculator went dead.
I put some new batteries in it, hopeful. It still didn’t work. We’ve had this calculator for over 30 years and it ran more than a decade on the first set of AA batteries.
I tried another pair of batteries. It worked! The vintage calculator lasted longer than the batteries. It’s nice to know that just because something’s old doesn’t mean it’s useless.
That’s all I got.
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