I turned the page to 64 yesterday. Auspicious for a couple of reasons: My sister shares this birthday date with me; having come into this world on my 12th b'day. And the fact that my dad left this world when he was 58 means my genes have given me at least 6 more years than he had.
The day was tiring and could have passed un-noticed. Because of a family emergency for one of my anesthesia co-workers, I ended up taking call two days in a row. Wouldn't you know it but in a department known for it's laid back easy going schedule these two days turned out to be humpers with totally full day schedules interspersed with middle of the night c-section.
If D. hadn't prepared a scrumptious dinner and my favoritist bananna cream birthday cake, I'd have hit the hay as soon as I walked through the door. In fact I was so tired on the drive home, I almost pullled over to the side for a nap. The way my head was nodding, I should have.
Anyway, I got eight hours sleep last night and am ready to attack the day again today.
Sixty-four; who'd-a-thunk it? I don't feel any older than 46. Although last evening I'd have believed you if you'd said I was 94. :>)
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