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I've committed to start running and writing daily as a result of reading reviews on Haruke Murakami's book about doing both. It was not really a New Year's resolution but more of a enlightened vacation moment that can only be reached with some free time away from work. So far so good. I wrote every day that I was away for New Years and I ran the first day back. I woke up a bit late this afternoon for work (I'm working nights), so todays running came in the form of playing "tag" outside with my husband. (Yes, we really played tag "you're it!" out in the cold!)

As for work, I don't have much to add. It doesn't take long being back from vacation for the bitterness to set back in. Last night was a pretty easy night, not many consults, cardiac patients not too sick. However, I ended my day by harpooning my thumb with a large bore dirty needle - completely ruined my mood - and it HURT! I hate sticking myself! I know that no one likes it, but those bad dirty needlesticks make me instantly feel guilty.