Juxtapose

Tomorrow morning, I'm buying a house. I'm overwhelmed and happy and excited and feeling somewhat old. Am I old yet? Probably not, judging by the alarming number of times my patients ask me things like, "When do you graduate highschool, honey?" and "So, little girl, when do you become a real nurse?" Like I'm a candy striper or something. That is, a sixteen year old, married, pregnant-bellied candy striper who is regulating their epidural and changing the dressings on their big ugly incisions. Makes me laff. So maybe I'm not such an old fart, yet. It just feels like a big thing. Doesn't feel that scary that I'm having a kid, you know, the responsibility and all that stuff... seems reasonable, somehow. But the house thing, that's freaky. Heidi put it best when she reassuringly noted, "Owning is awesome! It's just like renting, only it costs much, much more money!!" Good times, good times.

So that's tomorrow. Today, I'm cooking a special batch of delicious, slow-cooked meat sauce for pasta to be eaten in the company of our friends Nick and Christine, and we will be enjoying the evening with the events of tomorrow set to the back of our heads for a few. Tonight, we're calling it a weekend early.

Happy weekend, everyone!