The downfall of being a bedside nurse is the holiday commitment. This year was Thanksgiving and New Years. Working the day shift (7a-3p) largely restricted any New Year activity I might have wanted. As I was leaving the hospital yesterday afternoon, my mother called to ask if I was coming for New Years. She knew I was working but had hoped I would come for dinner. A 2 hour drive and the need to be back at the hospital at 7am kiboshed that plan. Instead, I went home to the furry beast and made the family's traditional New Year's eve dinner- italian sausage, provolone cheese, and tomato sauce on a portugese roll.
Princess P and I then watched Shakespeare in Love and were in bed by1015. I woke up when the Baptist Church let out at 130am and then when the alarm went off. Happy New Years! (I am getting so old)