"Play songs by Kah-rah," I said.

After the slightest hesitation, a Nichole Nordeman song began playing. Eat up Martha, indeed.

I then decided to give it what it wanted.

"Play songs by Kara," I said.

And the sweet sounds of Honey filled the air.

So far third year has been a little more stressful than I prefer. It's true that I get to spend most of my time in the OR nowadays, but I still don't get to do as much as I'd like. Hopefully that will change as the year goes on. I also have more responsibility than before, including keeping the interns from killing all our patients. A quick word of advice: try to avoid teaching hospitals in July.

Providing a welcomed distraction has been the arrival of my new iPhone, antenna brouhaha and all. I ordered a case when I ordered the phone, so it went on right away. The case also came with a screen protector, which I tried and failed to put on correctly. I decided that if I get a scratch, well, that's life. Things get used, things get old, things get lived, and they show it. My Yah-Tah car now has a few minor scratches and bumps, and it feels more lived in. My condo has a bunch of clutter, and I find it more comfortable. My face has a few more wrinkles, and it looks more, well, ok, I just look old. But you get the point.

Hopefully, my iPhone and I will grow old together (for two years). And when I ask it to play songs by Kara, it will smile at me, touch my hand gently, and say, "It's Kah-rah, dear. It's Kah-rah."