And he's right, to some extent.
On the last day of his visit (sob!) it finally stopped misting and spitting outside, so David and I took Piper on this colossal canine cardiac work out walk, the last few blocks of which a prostrate Piper had to be carried.
We went somewhere, to this lookout vantage point that I could probably remember if I didn't have to use my last remaining brain cells to invest in work tonight, and Piper got to see this view of Seattle:
I wish I wasn't having intermittent cluelessness of the young adult, because I could tell you more about this picture, but I can't right now.I can, however, tell you about the last six patients I had, in really boring, pedantic detail, and also some scary information I didn't know about venous blood clots to the brain, which you probably don't want to really know, just like I'm kind of regretting I know something about now, too.
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