The light at the end of the tunnel...

I think I can finally see it. On our walk after church today, we passed by two houses in our neighborhood that now have real, live, in-the-flesh, soon-to-be interns living in them.

When I see them, it is a little hard not to cry with joy at the thought of being on call only two nights in an entire month. As good as this year has been, spending every fourth night at the hospital can make you feel a little exhausted.

Just 29 days until they start. But who's counting....

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Melanie said…
Two nights of call a month sounds pretty nice ... you're almost there, Aubrey!

Tell Jeff to plan something fun to celebrate the end of intern year. Fun, but short, if you're celebrating on June 30 - Andrew fell asleep on the way home from our date last year.

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