The good: yesterday a little girl, who practically never smiles and has been deaf for four years, lit up the whole exam room with a big ear to ear smile when she heard her own name in her own voice, and I was there to see it.

The bad: after 5 good months, the intestinal parasites (I’m hoping it’s them, otherwise I blew $5 on meds for nothing) finally got me, and they got me good.

The ugly: last night a bunch of people were in my house and made a huge mess of the kitchen, ate half of my bread, drank my tea, used my mug and didn’t wash it and used up my margarine. And they left the bread bag open. Not cool.