It is Saturday and I am tired. Nursing is the art of trying to convince people that no I'm not too busy to help you when really I am.

I try to make up for not having time to get everything done by being nice. It's mostly not hard to do, but sometimes is.

I kiss an old woman on the head whose hair is just growing back from the chemo and cries because she is so tired. I dispose of all manner of bodily fluids and sometimes make inappropriate jokes. I don't tell people something won't hurt if I think it will.

Today the weather is beautiful and I went with the sweet person who lives with me to the farmer's market and for breakfast tacos. We were supposed to go for a bike ride but then I took a nap instead.

Right now I feel like maybe crying a little just to get it out and then being mellow and having a glass of wine and listening to some songs and tidying the house.