Sixteen years ago today, I did the smartest and best thing that I have ever done.
And it's been a pretty wonderful sixteen years.
Last night wasn't wonderful, though. It was OK up until about 05:00 when a drunk came in who'd been beaten up with a baseball bat. He occupied a lot of my time from that point on, and it wasn't a pleasant time, either.
O'well. That was two drunks that I had to x-ray last night, but the first one was pretty much comatose and no real problem, just unpleasant to be around. The second one would not stop talking... and moving when he talked.
Anyway, I didn't get out of there until after 07:30, and I had been too busy to write Karen a poem, so I went to the store and bought her a rose and a card...
And I need to get some new pictures of this wonderful woman... this one has been recycled from a picture from about 10 years ago....
More tomorrow...
Yep, I married Karen. You guys are good guessers.