I'm so tired I want to cry. And last night, I did cry. First, I didn't get home until almost 10 because I had to drive around for-freaking-ever to find a parking spot. As it is, I ended up pretty far away from my apartment. Then when I got home, I got a letter from my cousin. She enclosed a hand-written letter from my grandmother, which'd been written just before my high school graduation in 1992. My cousin found it amongst some of my grandmother's things at my aunt's house. It was such a nice letter - my grandmother had basically been cataloguing my life through her eyes and how much she loved me and was proud of me. It made me feel a sharp pang of missing "Mama" V.

Okay, time's run out and I have my next patient.