So.

I’ve been hiding, I guess. Actually, here is how it happened: a few weeks ago I got a letter from my father that hurt my feelings which shouldn’t surprise me as it has occurred off and on for the past 25 years. In fact, we (as in…Adam and I) used to have a rule that whenever I got something in the mail from my Dad I would not open it. Adam would and if it was something that was not hurtful he would give it to me, if not he would toss it. Needless to say, I guess we need to resume that routine because I didn’t see it coming when I should have. So. I felt sorry for myself for about three days. No blogging, emailing, really anything. Then, life took over.

Doc loves cows. Doc, as in the doctor I work with. Every January and February he travels with his grandchildren to cattle shows to CO and TX. This leaves things VERY hectic here on the home front for the other NP and I. Lots of late evenings at the hospital…no time for blogging. Then…I’ve been to three conferences in the midst of all of this too.

All the while, I think geesh…I feel like I have a lot to say but I don’t really know what nor why actually. So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I’m working on a post with the goings ons at the Carters that I’ll post next.

So I suppose the moral of the story is: don’t hurt my feelings.

xoxo