It's a weird feeling to look forward to Monday, but I was on call this weekend. It was miserable. The pager started Friday afternoon (during a nap, I think). Most of the things were just phone calls, but I rounded both mornings. On Sunday, there were 5 new consults at the med center - that's pretty unheard-of for a weekend day. So that was pretty overwhelming. Luckily, I got there early and had 2 of them done before rounds. My pager needs a new battery today.
Got to hang out with Landon Friday evening, which was fun. Yardwork and clean cars on Saturday, then Dory had a play-date with Julie the German Shepherd. Sat night was a get-together at some friends' house, but it turned sour and we're still trying to figure out just what happened. Communication is an on-going effort.
I haven't mentioned my new car yet, but I am loving it. It's a gray Mazda 3 4-door. It is such a sporty little ride. I'm not even missing my Jeep, really (someone take my temperature).
We're going camping on Friday!!! I can't wait. It's been since October '03 when we went to DeGray that I've spent the night outside. Isn't that awful? I talked to Jessica this morning, and it sounds like we'll be going to Petit Jean. She and Meredith know a tent site there that I hope we can get. Luckily, they aren't too busy with the moving process to go on a camping trip. It's soooo nice to all have a day off at the same time.
A few people have asked us lately if we're planning on living in LR forever. The answer is never the same. I think it would be a good experience to live somewhere else for a while. Perhaps around the time of our fellowships, we'll do that. But it does seem attractive to move back. Our church, friends, family, etc. make it really hard to consider leaving forever. The other issue is when to have a baby... and that's just so hard to plan at this point. I think in some ways we're ready, but in others... we have a lot to think about. It's not something you want to do when you're at the busiest point in your life as far as training. Once I get into my "real" residency, I'll have a better idea.
And I've decided that I'm not going to worry about if our world is ready for me to have a kid. (Will she get made fun of at school? What will his friends' parents think? etc) Life is short. My being gay is not going to change or "get better." I have to be the source of change, and waiting around for some abstract idea of acceptance is just waiting. So when the time is right for Erica and me, the time will be right. I hope I'm not offending anyone, but there you have it. Glad I got that off my chest.