And The Day Rolls On

My spirituality class went well. Then I had a roller coaster of a meeting with a patient who is self-destructing and praying for death (not literally, but he's living like he is). Then I decided to take my lunch break and managed to spill clam chowder (New England, of course) all over my shirt.

On top of that, it looks like the opportunities here at the VA are shrinking. They're hiring one chaplain, not two like we've been told for the last six months or so. My desire to drink is growing rapidly.

Now I need to get this soup off my shirt and get over to my other office space for my afternoon appointments. Oh, well. The day will improve. It has to. Force of will and all that, you know.

Peace.