Victoria, the lovely lady.

Hello. Yes, I still exist. I feel like I say that a lot here. We're back from vacation and unfortunately had to fall right back into the grind of work. I spent one day in the office, and then 5 days working in the hospital. Our anniversary dinner consisted of Taco Bell at 9:00 at night after I got home from work. Sad, but true. Now I'm on another 5 day stint in the office. I compared my workload to this time a year ago. I'm twice as busy as far as patient load goes. No wonder I feel like I can't keep up.

Vacation was wonderful. As is the case with most vacations, it's hard to come back to work. We went to Victoria, BC. I really think I could live there. We stayed in a time-share condoright along the water. This is what we were forced to look at every day


It was a tough job, I admit. But somehow we managed to survive. Rough, I tell you.

We ate lots of good food. Went to some really cool places. I got to spend lots of time with these two characters. I read a book. I knitted a baby sweater (but unfortunately forgot to take a picture of it before I gave it to its intended recipient). I started a new hat for Catie. I bought some yarn (details another day). I slept in. I sat in the hot tub--sometimes 2 or 3 times in a 24 hour period. I had high tea. And there's more. But I'm probably boring you to tears. Needless to say, we had a most excellent time.

And then, life came crashing back down around me. 12 hour days. Stacks of charts. Sick patients. Can't I just be on permanent vacation? Maybe I could retire early? Is 32 too early?