Writing to write

It has been quite a while since I wrote anything and I'm not sure I have anything exciting to report now either. I just feel like if I don't make myself do it then I will eventually stop all together. It also helps that I have some semblance of free time as I am on my first few days of a 6 week stretch of night float and I have NOT adjusted my sleep schedule yet. So I guess I'll just take a little time to reflect and hopefully study a little before tonight's madness begins.

Family:
The gang is all doing well. I haven't physically seen my wife much this week, as will be the norm while I'm on nights. Thank goodness for things like Face time and what not. Missing her always creeps up on me faster than I anticipate and I always start counting down in my head until we get to hang out again, even if that translates into watching the Real Housewives, eating Oreo shakes and giving the house a good ole Swiffering. I always miss my son even when he doesn't seem to reciprocate sometimes but in general he seems like he is very happy and generally enjoying himself and as long as that is true, I don't have much to complain about with anything. He just needs to increase his vocabulary more and then I'll REALLY relax.

Dog:
Finn's breath is status quo nasty. He won't eat any dental bones. I worry that my son and the nanny's boy will both be smelly from his kisses. I mean it's really bad. I don't know what else to say about it. When you are close to his mouth and smell it, his breath almost has a mass or heaviness to it as it crawls up your nose and into your brain. I'll have to do some dog breath research tonight...

Cat:
I'm not sure how many months it's been since Olivia ran away to our neighbor's house and refused to come back. I don't like cats, and she sure didn't like us so I think that is how I can respect her decision to leave. I hope she is doing well even though she probably hopes I am dead.

Yard:
Embarrassing. I need to go buy a lot of weed killer.

Basement Leak:
Always in the back of my mind every time a cloud rolls in. WHERE IS IT COMING FROM!!!

Work:
Back on neurosurgery finally after a brief 3 month stint on various neurology rotations. While the hours were nice, my clinic cup runneth over and I'm tired of wearing ties. It feels good to get back in to the OR again as well and provides some level of affirmation of my career choice. I just wish that I got to play my Pandora stations...

Self:
Overall I feel pretty happy. I do find myself looking at pictures and things from friends and different people throughout my life and occasionally wish I could have a big day of tail gaiting for a home KSU game, or get back up on stage with the old band one more time, play football again, or go to trivia night at Tank's. It was a gentleman's trivia night with cheap beer, no smart phones allowed and real categories, not just pop culture BS. I'm sure everyone gets these feelings when looking back on "the good ole times." That being said, as my son puts his plastic Halloween pumpkin bucket on his head to try and make me laugh, I wouldn't trade where I am in life right now for anything in this world.

1 hour until work
16 hours until I see my wife next
1 year and some change until she is done with residency
5 years and some change until I am done with residency (it DOES get less depressing)

Way too lazy to proofread any of this. My apologies...