Tired. It was an unusually jubilant weekend with short increments of grief. And I admit, this has been the only time in my life that I have ever felt part of an extended family. With criticism and judgment all put aside, its quite easy to get along.

Malpractice. What a horrible word to think about. When it comes to yearly physical exams, I'll go to a doctor who fully checks my body regardless of how uncomfortable some procedures may be. If the doc needs to do cervical exams, MRIs, etc, then dammit I'll let the doc do it! And if the doctor is being lazy and wants to give me a half ass exam, then I'm gonna find myself a new doctor. Half ass exams may make your day more comfortable, but that shit is malpractice and you can have tons of unseen problems without ever knowing it.