Sunday

Someday, I'll get the courage to write stuff again. Honest exposé of my real life. Stuff about finally finishing a fairly tame and occasionally grueling residency, about preparing to be living in community with 7 other people for a year, and hopefully for many more years. Stuff about parenting a very emotional toddler and a child with autism.

Autism. Holy moly autism, would I ever have a lot to say about living with and loving people with autism.

Also stuff about tentatively parenting teenagers, and how exactly to answer the question "how many kids do you have?" (Bestest answer yet: π) I would write about how excited I am about starting my fellowship in emergency medicine, and something about how pleasing and entertaining it is to be religious and queer. (enter some witty quote here by adorable atheist interfaith queerspawn)

But sleep deprivation is a constant. And weekend call is still grinding me down. Another day maybe.