Scrambled Eggs, Scrambled Lunch

Please click the photo above to play the daily videoSome days announce their intentions early, and this was one of them. Barely through the door and already behind, the sort of hectic that doesn't build so much as arrive fully formed, like weather. There wasn't much to do but fall in step with it and hope the pace eased somewhere before evening.

It didn't, particularly — not straight away. Rounds ran long enough that they practically introduced themselves to the double clinic waiting on the other side, the two sessions stacking up back to back with none of the usual breathing room in between. By the time there was a gap to speak of, lunch had gone from "at some point" to "immediately or not at all," and it landed somewhere closer to the latter — a scramble in the truest sense, eaten standing up, remembered more than tasted. The kind of meal that counts purely on a technicality.

And yet, for all that early sprint, the day had no intention of wrapping up early to compensate. It simply kept going, stretching out well past where a day that starts that briskly has any right to. There's a particular tiredness that comes from a day like that — not the dragging kind, but the kind that sneaks up once you finally sit still, as though your body had been too busy to notice how long it had been on its feet.

The evening, at least, came with proper reward. Dinner next door at Dorsett turned into one of those conversations that outlasts the meal itself — unhurried, the kind where the plates get cleared and nobody quite notices because the talking's still going. A welcome contrast to a day that had spent most of its hours refusing to slow down for anyone.

Threaded through it all was an update from Timothy William on antibiotics — the sort of exchange that's easy to underrate in the moment but useful precisely because someone bothered to walk it through properly rather than leaving it for later. Colleagues who take the time to actually explain something, rather than simply flag it and move on, are worth more than they're usually given credit for, and today was a reminder of that.

So: hectic in, contemplative out, with a scrambled lunch somewhere in the middle standing in for the whole day's rhythm — start fast, catch up when you can, and let the evening do the smoothing over. Not every day balances itself out quite so neatly, but this one, eventually, did.