Good things

Dad's home (well, at my house). He's feeling better.

It's Friday.

My cousin's doing a rotation out here at the Family Practice Center. She and I have been carpooling when we can. On our drive home today, I took the back way because the traffic on the I-40 was heinous. We were driving over Jordan Lake just in time to see the last glowing embers of the pink Carolina sky as the sun sank into the rippling water.

Today, my four year old patient asked me to kiss his boo-boo. I did, and then he gave me a very sweet small little wet kiss on my cheek.

I like today.