Garan Summerby

10:39pm: This weekend has flown by. Does anyone else see it that way? I don't know how in the hell it's Sunday already! And, well, I'm tired of reading and Nate's nowhere to be found. Neither is my dog, so I'm assuming that means Nate's kidnapped him. No ransom note yet, though.

On Friday, the new interns stopped by to introduce themselves. I didn't remember most of their names, and all of them look like they're all of fourteen years-old, even though they're just two years behind me. And three of the boys look like triplets. So weird. Maybe they were!

Anyway, we found out who we're assigned to, and my intern is Miss Fiona Middleton. She's got a very nice arse very amiable, and I'm hoping her wit and intelligence matches her figure bubbly personality. Time will tell - starting tomorrow.

I suppose I should quit lounging on the couch and go find my dog. And fiance. In that order, ha!

11:06am: 001.
This last week has been busy! I'm completely exhausted, but I think I'm closer to figuring out one of my toughest cases. That's one of the great things about being a healer, that I get to solve puzzles all the time, and when I figure them out, then I can help someone become well again. It's very rewarding.

Of course, I wish I were a little faster at figuring out the problems. Perhaps then I'd actually, you know, sleep like a normal person. I guess it comes with practice!

I feel a little badly, too, that I've thrown off most of the cooking this week on our house elf. And I know that's what house elves do, but I didn't grow up with a house elf, so I end up feeling guilty when I heap extra chores on him. Not to mention that I kind of miss cooking. It's a good stress reliever, but I just can't fit it in right now. I've really got to get better at time management. . .

6:28pm: ( Welcome to the Summerby-Vaisey Home )

3:11pm: ( Who am I? )