A picture or two.

Some of you know that every Sunday when I walk into the hospital to work, I send a photo to Instagram and Facebook. “Happy Sunday” is what I write. For a couple years, every time I went for a run, I posted a photo of a coffee mug on the railing of our deck. It was my way of telling a friend I was running. It was a way to be accountable to him, and, if there were too many gaps, permission for him to ask how I was doing. At the end of most shifts, I send Nancy a photo of my foot, walking down ...