1,001

Ladies and gentlemen, this is my 1,001st post.

Anyway.

My husband and I spent our first weekend in our new house. It was lovely, and he only spent a *relatively* small amount of time in manic cleaning mode. At least we have immaculate floors right now (I say this as he turns on the vacuum and whips out the swiffer once again).

I also got to purchase some plants for the garden. The previous owners put in a bunch of tacky annuals just before they put the house on the market, half of which are expiring now and need to be replaced. We're in zone 6B, and have a garden that gets a lot of light in the morning, but then less so in the afternoon. Also we have a tree that makes a good part of it shady.

So I bought some hosta for the shady part and a hydrangea bush for the part that gets more sun. I'm hoping to add more plants as I figure out what I want and what will work in my garden, but so far so good. I promise pictures. I promise, I promise.

The hydrangea was a little wilty this morning, but perked up nicely with the addition of some water.

I've also become one of those boring adults who thinks about how she'd like to remodel her kitchen. As lovely as this house is, the kitchen SUCKS. Also, the refrigerator has a tendency to pop open for no apparent reason which makes me INSANE. We'd really like to knock out a the wall between the kitchen and the breakfast room to make it more open.... but that is for next summer I think, when we have replenished our bank accounts somewhat.

Ah.

Well this week I start biostats and will hopefully wander around the department making meetings with various faculty. Should be a lot easier than doing it by email -- SINCE I CAN LITERALLY STAND OVER THE ADMIN -- as the appointment gets made.

So Medicine, Neurology, Medicine, Neurology. Which to do? How will I choose? Behold, to your left, the updated list of career preferences du jour.