I know I should be updating this blog more often but I find that its hard to do. I’m looking at all the unfinished drafts I have from months ago and I realized that finishing a blog post is harder than I thought. It makes me wonder why I even keep a blog in the first place. I really don’t have much to contribute besides some personal experiences that probably wouldn’t be of that much interest to anyone other than myself and maybe a few friends. I suppose it’s a good way to take some time for introspection and release.
I just finished one of the most difficult few months of work and now I’m ready for a good vacation. We are planning a trip to Toronto soon to meet up with other medical professionals and share ideas and make connections. Mostly it’s an excuse to get out and have a little fun I think. Although I know quite a few people going just to meet that certain someone special. It beats the bars and clubs. I’m pretty excited to visit Canada again.
In the mean time I’m really enjoying time with the dog. She is still the most adorable little puppy. Everyone loves her. She stays so calm and mellow. Sometimes she’s too mellow and it makes it hard for me to figure out what motivates her during training. I really should go out to doggie training for the doggie socialization at the very least. With only me in the house I feel like she’s not stimulated enough. Besides the dog I’m looking to buy a home that me and my wife can actually live together in. This living apart thing is getting hard to do. Despite the difficulty I think it was good to move in together more slowly. I think I wouldn’t know how to deal with suddenly having a roommate after years of living alone. I think I’m ready for the plunge (like marriage wasn’t a plunge in itself).
Here are some pics of Molly:
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Just this past weekend I had this strangely detailed dream that I had to write down. In the dream I was Satan’s servant….literally. I was his butler for some reason and Satan was some rich guy with a bad temper and a monocle. He kinda looked like the Monopoly guy but taller and more evil. I was trying to secretly figure out a way to get out of the job on moral grounds. I had my socks all packed and everything but I was afraid to leave because I had a suspicion that Satan’s wife would kill me. In the dream the devils wife was this even tempered attractive older lady, but I had a feeling that she was the one I should be more afraid of. I woke up pretty disturbed. I wonder what it all means?