1600 (UTC/GMT +2 hours) proves significant

First, who is this? I think his name is likely Pavel or Ignac. He's from Slovenia. Ptuj, to be exact. This is the last postcard I mailed Grandma before she died (though I was too late and she never received it). Carrie and I thought we found a man for Grandma. Doesn't he look sweet? If only she had seen the postcard, maybe she would have lived and met Ignac and it would have been happily ever after. But no.

Next, 1600. Hours that is. Why? Nearly the exact same time (within minutes at least), my house in North Dakota closed and I signed the Hooptie over to Derek. Who is from Iowa. Funny that Molly and Josh are moving there as I write. How circular and strange is life at times.

These boots were made for walking... and more

I decided last night that I should really break out my maroon boots with buckles down one side that Carrie cajoled me into buying while I was back in Portland the last time. They were on the sale rack on the second floor of Shoe PedX. They look like Carrie. They're actually comfortable.

My internet decided to pull a fit on me yesterday and stopped. After one whole day without internet and a failed attempt by a friend to fix it, I got up this morning and booted and rebooted my computer, uninstalled and reinstalled my software. Rebooted again. And Voila! It was fixed. I felt happy. I knew this was a good omen for the day.

Off to work.

I ran into my assistant in the parking lot. "You have sexy legs! Those are great boots." Compliments from a woman are the best. (No dirty undertones!)

Next I'm seeing a patient, who decides to ask me, "How long have you been a doctor?" and "When did you graduate from high school?" I said, "I'm six years older than you." Patient: "What do you like to do in your free time?" (More than once.) Oh no. Oh yes. Next thing you know, he's trying to ask me out. Later he tells my other assisstant, "I tried to ask your friend out. She said no." Assistant: "Where's your wife?" Patient: "Oh, we're separated." Really classy. Thanks to him, we all got a good ab workout.

I decided after all that I should run at lunch. Eight miles. It was easy. I feel accomplished that anything under ten miles seems like a cake walk.

After an uneventful afternoon, I went home with jumper cables in the passenger seat.

The Hooptie was dead. And I was going to fix it.

In my boots.

Ok, so I almost did it by myself. Luckily, Ernst and a neighbour man were out and helped me a little, pressing the gas down in the mini and checking connections. After about two and a half months of not starting the Hooptie (it was unidentifiable as a car- so covered in snow), the battery was a wee bit dead.

But we got it going and I took it into town for a little gas. Returned home and finally removed my boots.

My, I feel like I accomplished a lot! What will tomorrow bring?