The number of sentences Doc H and I have exchanged since Sunday evening. Mind you, it's now Tuesday.
Cases. Complicated cases. Early start cases. Long cases. Late start cases. Cases.
Nine sentences. Barely enough to qualify as a conversation.
"What are you doing today," he asked me as I was still trying to sleep, and he was threading his belt through the belt loops of his slacks.
"I don't know." I don't know anything at 5:30am.
I laid there with my eyes closed for a few seconds, then it came to me. I'm trying to build the website.
"Did you get my text yesterday about the password? I need to access the website."
"No. I was in OR all day."
"What is it? I need it."
"I'll have to look it up. . . I don't know."
Don't we make a smart pair?
I blame it on the ungodly hour.