More cold, wet, whiteness falling from the sky. More weeks of slush and tromping about with wet feet.

Spring should really put some hustle in its bustle already.

Labor and delivery clinicals continue.

Today I failed to be awed by the miracle of birth.

Does that make me somehow defective? Insensitive?

Cold?

Should not my heart be all aflutter?

I think it was fairly impressive, don't get me wrong.

All of the biological workings that go into it I find somewhat fascinating.

It just didn't inspire any deep longing within. I wasn't moved to tears.

Whatev.

In related nursing school news: My clinical day in the OR got cancelled tomorrow.

Effin' snow.

Boo! Hiss!