I'm nearing the end of an epoch, or so it seems. I've been a trauma chief for the last three months, and it's coming to and end. It's tiring, my wife and kids are fed up with me, and I'm much grumpier nowadays. It will all happily come to an end April 2 when Carrie and I toss caution to the wind, leave the kids with their Gramma Jeannie and Aunt Sarah, and board a cruise ship, not to be heard from for exactly seven days. Grand Cayman, Cozumel...it doesn't matter, as long as there is sun and I have some good books along!

And yeah, the blog posts should start to pick up once I'm not sleep deprived and creatively depleted...