Iffy sleep last night, which seems the new norm. Meh.
Herself is back to work, having ridden out her stomach bug. Now she can practice being a practice manager.... must be like wrangling cats.
Me, I haven't a ^%$#@&^% clue. E-mail says to do stuff and things, be productive, mark it up as time served, and someone will get back to us later today.
Roberta linked a data site from somebody who might maybe have a clue. It seems worth looking at.
For peak time, it echos my Jackleg SWAG.... a bit over two weeks. That means April is a wash, since nobody will seriously consider backing down til we are on the down slope. It was always about cutting the body pile down to size by not overwhelming the medical establishment. Once it looks like that can happen, safe bet we are allowed to go in and pick up pieces.
Here's a picture of food. Yay.
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