Call of the wild

Everyone who believes in telekinesis, raise my hand.
-- James Randi
I am working ER again this morning, and again got called in the middle of the night, but this time, it was all legit. My patient got beaten with a baseball bat, and has a broken jaw and some missing teeth and deep cuts on the face. Yuck.

When I arrived home from my parents' place earlier this week, I made a list of things to do which was about ten items long. I may have mentioned that my palm pilot died, so one of the things on my list was to send it in for its warranty rplacement or repair. When I looked online, I was upset to learn that it was no longer under warranty, and I briefly chastized myself for not getting the cheesy FutureShop extended warranty that they try to sell you with absolutely everyting there. I decided to once again go through the troubleshooting algorithm, and was surprised and pleased for it to spontaneously return to life. Who knows how much trust I ought to put into it now.

Marg and Christina came this weekend with Miranda and Nic. They have been going over to great grandparents Kay and Jack's for swims and suppers, and playing together. The parents had Darbar last night in my absense. I'll hope for leftovers when I get home, or else we may have to have some more before too long. Not that you can have too much.

It sounds shameful, but one of the items on my list was "watch TV". I got caught up on my Daily Show and Colbert Report, watched the most recent Who Wants to be a Superhero? with Marg and Christina, and this morning after dealing with my sick patient, I watched last remaining Deadwood on the laptop.

All in a night's work.