Between the Sheets: Brandy, rum, Cointreau, lemon juice, and simple syrup.

You and your dirty minds…

I love you all…

Looking forward to a week off work. I don’t plan on being plotzed the whole time. But it will be close…

Two shots of vodka to get the party started.

Now my second attempt at a Bosom Caresser.



I like it for more than just the name, you dirty-minded bastards.

Brandy, Madiera, triple sec, and grenadine.

I love you all…

Two shots to get the party started. Now a Grass Skirt. Gin, triple sec, pineapple juice, and grenadine.

I love you all…

Anyone ever heard the expression "He stayed too long at the fair"?

It's a euphemism for going crazy, or just adopting an indifferent outlook on life.

I kind of like it. It's humorous and at the same time, kind of poetic. Almost melancholy.

That's it. It was just on my mind.

In recognition of his lost shaker of salt, no salted rim. Join me in pouring one out for the laid-back musician, good-time guy, and staunch Democrat, Jimmy Buffett.

You will be missed, sir.

Godspeed…

Two shots to get the party started. Now a New Yorker; bourbon, lime juice, grenadine, sugar, and a twist of lemon. Yummy!

I’m so ready for a long weekend.

I love you all. And I was overwhelmed by all the good wishes everyone expressed on my previous thread.

I’m overwhelmed.

My new employer doesn't require P.A.'s to pull call. Finally, no more 3 a.m. calls from thoughtless insomniacs.

"Yeah, I just had some questions about COVID-19..."

"......AT THREE O' GOD-DAMNED CLOCK IN THE MORNING??? WHEN I'M TRYING TO GET SOME REST BEFORE ANOTHER HORRENDOUSLY BUSY DAY OF CLINIC???..."

Anyway, hopefully done with all that.

Party time in the Lounge tonight! Hope to see you there...

I just visited with a regular patient of mine who is Muslim. She was born in Yemen and raised in Dearborn, Michigan, and now lives in the Northwest. Every year around this time, she begins to get very anxious, and to display symptoms characteristic of PTSD. She admitted to me that she underwent a traumatic event in the wake of the 9/11/2001 attacks, but wouldn't specify what it was.

She has never undergone trauma counseling, but seeing her anxious, crying, and terrified of the memories the yearly remembrances provoke nearly broke my heart. She's the sweetest, nicest woman in the world, and some thundering, toxic clods no doubt took 9/11 out on her because she wears the niqab. I swear I hate the human race sometimes.

Anyway, please spare a thought for our Muslim brothers and sisters this September. It's important to remember that nearly every other Muslim in the world rose up and denounced the attack and the attackers as un-Islamic.

Two shots of vodka to get the party started. Now a Honolulu Lulu. Light and dark rum, Kahlua, Frangelico, lime juice, and simple syrup. Yummy.

Absolutely thrashed after a crazy, overscheduled day in clinic. Bright side: I visited with a lot of nice, wonderful patients who like and trust me, and remind me why I got into this in the first place.

I’m beat. Going to drink and relax a bit.

I love you all. More than you can ever know.

Your leaders are already surrendering in Atlanta again.

How many times do you want to do this?