Gears

Moby melted.

"Again with the camera."

"Well, you are cute."

"Oh, yeah."



I've wondered about the whole surprize proposal thing here, and according to the article at Mental Floss, we can blame DeBeers for more than sentimentalizing diamonds.

I would prefer this gear ring over any gem. If I wanted to wear a ring other than the silver band I wear now, which I don't.

Bad dreams about living in Natick MA, in a tiny, rickety apartment, with no job, no car, no access to public transportation. Cold and rainy, but mostly worried sick that our savings were not going to last long enough. Why Natick? No idea, as far as I know, it's a perfectly nice place, can't ever remember being there. Perhaps because it's near Boston, but not quite easy access to it without driving. In the dream, there wasn't a train line. Feeling displaced, perhaps.

Yesterday busy, but nowhere near as bad as we were prepared for. Three surgeons were ahead of schedule all day, and the one running an hour, then two, behind, meant my room didn't get any of the fast room's last cases. Wound everything up by 1600, making for a a sweet end to a bitter week.

Tooth cap broke some more last night, repair appointment not until the end of the month. But there is probably nothing else he can do until then anyway.