It's a slow day at work.

And I find myself counting the hours until 3.30 pm.

I hate these slow days. Days like these, I'm stuck doing desk stuff like answering the phones and doing files when I'd much rather treat patients.

3 more hours and 20 minutes.

Nothing shouts adulthood like filing your taxes and balancing your checkbook.

I was actually surprised that filing our taxes was relatively painless. Balancing the checkbook every other week takes (a lot) more effort.

And in anticipation of our tax refund (hehe), we went to Cache Creek and stuffed ourselves with, among others, roasted lamb, baby back ribs, prime rib, grilled salmon, cocktail shrimp, ice cream, cheesecake and my favorite -- fresh, juicy strawberries.

Then we donated $60 to the slot machines :0P

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Superbowl Sunday

The Pittsburgh Steelers won, a 21-10 victory over the Seattle Seahawks.

I don't know a thing about football, but I have $2 (or was it $5?) riding on the game.

(When I put down my money, I thought it was for a community raffle. As it turns out, I was adding to the pool for the Superbowl :0P)

At wala akong napala sa pagtaya ko sa ending hehe :0P

For a moment there, I forgot about the complicated process of immigration.

After sending in my adjustment of status application (to change from a spousal visa to that of a permanent resident) and finally getting my employment authorization, I sorta put everything that's immigration-related to the back of my mind.

I've had other things to think about.

Like work. And my never-ending quest to get licensed here in Cali. Our NY trip (which was a blast, by the way). And the small everyday things that makes a life --- like what to cook for dinner, when to do laundry, where to go on the next three-day weekend (Tahoe, maybe?).

But with the arrival of my appointment letter for the adjustment of status and the appointment itself looming on the horizon, it has been uppermost in my mind again.

Uppermost as in I think of it every single day. Trying to anticipate the unexpected.

It should really be a piece of cake. After all, our marriage is as real as the diamond on my finger. (And I've got the certificate to prove it -- both for the diamond and the marriage.)

But, alas, it doesn't depend on me :0P
Still, there's the uneasiness that comes with being in a situation where you don't know what to expect and where you're not totally in control.