What calendar? The only thing Raylan's been marking is his hips and the side of his neck. And Doc would rather Raylan be doing that with whomever he wants rather than showing up like this.

"Sit your stubborn ass back down," Doc commands when Raylan tries to move - he's getting stupider by the minute; must be the missing hat taking his brains along with - and he resumes dabbing Raylan's feet before wrapping the towel around them and letting it sit for a while. They'll need a proper clean up, a change of water and towel, and then Doc has to wash his hands again before he even starts rummaging through the first aid kit. Suffice to say, they'll be here a while. Raylan has all the time and freedom in the world to let the crazy out.

"I'm not saying I don't believe you, but the house got a lil' flooded anyway without you jinxing the place." He's not going to mention that he had A Moment sitting in a puddle of water in the garage alone in the dark. With any luck it would never come up in conversation and he can continue to fuss over Raylan.

"Anything else you maybe sliced open that I should take a look at?"