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The day thou gavest, Lord, is ended*
Fortunately. And not nearly as disastrously as had been thought, even if someone who wanted the day off had to come in for the last three hours. The Helium Baby came in, though her grandmother said she wouldn't; the Inconsolable Baby was away, and that at once made the understaffed day doable.
I however may have to cut my physio short tomorrow to cover the start of someone's shift, and my left ear twinges unpleasantly. Heigh ho: this is the autumn of disaster, so one must not fret at the minor inconveniences.
* there's much to be said for lyric-deafness. Whatever Oxford college's choir sang that on a long-ago LP mushed the words enough that I never realized how bleh they are.
I however may have to cut my physio short tomorrow to cover the start of someone's shift, and my left ear twinges unpleasantly. Heigh ho: this is the autumn of disaster, so one must not fret at the minor inconveniences.
* there's much to be said for lyric-deafness. Whatever Oxford college's choir sang that on a long-ago LP mushed the words enough that I never realized how bleh they are.