Back.

 I think I can be forgiven for not wanting to come back, though? Or at least, for not wanting to come back without Moira. But she's stuck on Muir for a while yet, and I suppose she wouldn't be the woman I love if she wasn't as devoted to her patients as she is. It was good to be there with her for a couple of nights. At least I made sure she got sufficient sleep. Not that Anna hasn't been keeping a close eye on her, but I do have a special edge if I do say so myself.

Those of you who were at Muir on New Year's might be pleased, or at least interested to know that the repairs to Moira's uncle's pub are nearly complete. Amazing what happens when you have someone with superspeed, an eight-foot bear, and a telekinetic to help things along.

If anyone needs me tonight, I'll be in my suite sulking with Bella and Moira's mouse getting a lecture ready for tomorrow.