We watched The Motocycle Diaries on Saturday night - which was an gorgeous, and moving film - over mate with the gourd and bombilla I bought in Argentina. Sunday went to Lincoln City for lunch at Blackfish and a walk on the beach. Weathe was great, but getting a little nippy. Boy the food was good.

Sunday night was dinner with Dad, Marsha, and Sharon. Dad is doing well on this weight-watcher's diet. Marsha even has him eating acorn squash and drinking a little red wine. We taught everyone how to play Pitch, which we learned in Corcovado, Sharon in return, taught us whist.

Weekdays continue to be routine, tedious, but more tolerable than last year. This is due to more clinical relevance of the courses, a more realistic approach to med school grades, and refined study habits. My preceptorship is with Rob Cloutier in the ER. I love it there, the caos, the variety, the acuity, and humor.