I won’t spend many hours this week being a doctor (relatively speaking, of course. I’ll still be working over thirty hours) so I’m making up for it by being a patient. I really, really hate being a patient, and I’m not always that found of doctors. Doctors these days do things like poke me in the eye with sticks and tell me things I don’t want to hear. Today I saw my ophthalmologist, and happily the news is mostly good. My one remaining retina remains attached, but still at risk. My doctor’s advice boils down to put up with the floaters and ignore the potential for doom, unless something bad happens. I can live with this, because the monthly eye poking was really starting to tick me off. On Wednesday we have a consult with an OB I trust about the having a baby thing. Honestly, I'm not sure if I'm more scared that she'll give us a green or red light.

Josie sleeps like an angel. We put her down awake and she coos and giggles and then drifts off until about eight the next morning. Tonight however, she fussed and cried after we put her down until we gave in and fetched her back downstairs. She is now happily sitting on Tim’s lap and intently watching the TV. Mere coincidence that it is the first Red Sox-Yankees game of the season? I think not.