There were two babies visiting the dialysis facility this morning, making the day much more cheerful. One was the new granddaughter of the office manager. She appeared to be something less than six months old (the baby, not the office manager). The other one must have been the granddaughter of a patient and was four months old. Both were infinitely cute. It reinforced my idea that bringing in remembrances of life of any kind in a place centered on illness and (eventually) death is wonderful for morale. They haven't been showing A&E's wall-to-wall police procedurals lately, which I've mentioned before is also probably good for morale (not showing them, that is).
The dialysis patient who wears the pixie shoes (patent leather shoes four inches longer than his feet, really fashionable if he were a woman and this were 1995 or so) offered to hold the office manager's grandbaby. She was having none of it. Actually, she didn't let anyone else hold her; I think she wanted to maximize her visiting time.
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