Complaint of the day: one should not have to use a knife to eat french toast.

Stupid songs going through my head tonight: Heart of my Heart and The Ballad of Billy Jack.

Karen got home about 11:00 yesterday, just after I went to bed. I heard her and got up and we talked for quite a while, then I went back to sleep; I got to sleep until about 18:00, so I feel pretty good. Karen was over at Kims helping them decorate the xmas tree. I stopped by there on the way to work and got a big kiss from Lacee and a hug from Packy. It had snowed about two inches, and was snowing hard when I was driving to work. Winter Wonderland... beautiful. It stopped shortly after I got to work, though.

As I rather suspected, this has been a hard night so far; you might even say I've gotten my butt kicked again. We have five ER docs; one of them hardly ever orders xrays, and one of them always does, on everybody, it seems like. The others fall in between somewhere. Well, Thursday and Friday the first guy was on. Saturday (tonight, like right now) and Sunday I've got the second guy. Monday and Tuesday I've got the guy in the middle. Plus I've got a ton of AM portable chest xrays in the units. That six hours of sleep that I got yesterday has done been used up already!

Driving home, I noticed that my yard looks just as good as those guys that got out and raked every little goddamned leaf up. I love the snow!

I think that I'll go to bed now. I'm worn out and used up. Start my twelves tonight, I gotta get at least eight hours of sleep today!