labor day

it took me forty-five minutes to realize that today is an at-home call day, not an in-house call day. that was forty-five minutes in-house. i was just starting to get bored.

now, mind you, that’s after getting up at 0530 to shower, do hair, and (shudder) apply makeup before going in.

if i knew how to make my blog have music in the background, i’d make it play “stupid” by toad the wet sprocket. “i am really feeling stupid now...”

it’s not worth getting upset. i basically napped off and on all day yesterday and could do it again today if i wanted to, so getting up early is a non-issue. my heart didn’t leap with glee at the sudden prospect of emancipation from a 9 hour sentence of sitting around the hospital waiting to be called, but, rather, i was quietly glad. i drove home (wasted about three dollars of gas going in today, i noted) and for the drive i was happy about the nice day with the bright sunshine. as i approached my apartment i hummed along in harmony to louis armstrong’s “what a wonderful world” that had just happened to come on—“trees of green, clouds of white, the bright blessed day...”

i hope today’s a good day.

since i’ve already made two song references maybe you’d like to know the other songs that participated in the musical melange in my head this morning. let’s see, there was “hooked on a feeling” (the bj thomas version), “search me” by kirk ward, “summertime” by the sundays, and “sometimes i feel like a motherless child”. have you ever thought about just how sad that really is? sometimes i feel like a motherless child a long way from home. that is really sad! (she said, ending with an exclamation point that made her statement seem trivial).