pick me but don't sequester me

it's 2 weeks from november! i'm 2 weeks away from writing like a crazy person. i'm excited. i'm ready. i think. i have my premise; i'm ready enough. there's a guy and his wife and his wife's friend with a troubled past. it's perfect! let's go!

scanning the profiles of other participants in this endeavor reveals lots of fantasy writers. i sort of wish i could write that sort of stuff, creating an entirely different world. i'm pretty much stuck here, though, as far as the old imagination goes.

i called our human resources department this afternoon and queried regarding compensation during my upcoming potential jury duty. excellent news. minus what the county pays ($10/day?!) my employer will pay my full hourly wage. kick ass! i was leaning against wanting to get selected until this news. now i want to get picked and i want it to be the next trial of the century! (unless that involves my being sequestered. sequestration sounds unfun.)

during the course of my workday today i typed up 3 reports for the same patient. i like that. i typed an admission history and physical examination, an operative report, and an inpatient consultation. at the end of the consultation the patient appeared to be stable, but it was a rocky day in that individual's life. but i like seeing the arc of patient care over even just a brief stretch of time. it's somehow a cozy feeling.