After that, I rushed home because Pat Larkin and family were in town, and we'd promised them lunch. forestcats had heated up the grill, and I made them London Broil with her famous rub on it, supplemented by salad and a fruit medley. They ate with gusto, and we had a nice conversation before they had to leave to settle into their hotel, and partake of the swimming pool.
After that, it was just too damn hot to go back out to finish my rounds in a car with a failed air conditioning system, so we watched some more Netflix, waiting for sundown to cool things off a bit.
We finished the disc of Jericho that we'd started earlier in the week, and it was pretty predictable. The only thing that I didn't like was that they'd killed off a character that I thought was a solid one, but I guess that they don't really want that character "interfering" with other plans. Too bad, so sad.
Then, I'd ordered up the first disc from season one of the SciFi Channel's Battlestar Galactica. Wow. I'd watched all but the last season of the original, and was always frustrated with the show. This one was much better. I did notice that they used the same interesting shooting style that I saw in Firefly when dealing with the space battle scenes; I also saw a Firefly-class ship fly by in an early scene in Caprica City. That was definitely amusing. We were both very impressed with it (yes, yes, I know, it's been going strong with good press all that time, and many of our friends love the show, but I was still heavily prejudiced by the original series), and it's going on to the Netflix queue, straightaway.
After sunset, forestcats insisted on driving me to the other hospitals in her truck, whose air conditioning was still functional; things got done, and we finished the evening with beef sandwiches and gravy at The Hat. Home, collapse.
I'm still on call until dawn tomorrow...