This has been, so far, much better than the last three nights.(knock on wood) I have been busy, but not extremely so. It is, however, Saturday night, and I don't want to count my roosters before they crow. Actually, I should not be talking about roosters at all, being as this is a family publication.
I'm thinking about swearing off of journal-reading for a month or so. Everyones' lives (with some exceptions, of course) have become dull. This happened last year about this time, and I wrote about the Dog Days, specifically, the history, expectations and cure thereof. Last year was more of a political year, though. Most parts are still pertinent.
I was thinking about writing about it again, but I don't want to be redundant. Not me! I don't wanna be redundant. Did I mention that...
I am so happy to not be working my ass off that I'm getting silly. Also, Kim bought me a 17.6 ounce bag of peanut M&Ms. And someone in ER made a pot of some kinda exotic coffee... at least I hope that's what it is... it smells strange and tastes strange but it looks all right.
Our heat wave is supposed to end on Monday, with highs only reaching the eighties Monday and Tuesday, with a good chance of rain then. This last week has been horrid, with the heat indices around 110 F every day. I am so glad for air conditioning! (Except for when I look at the electric bill) This heat reminds me of being in Enid, Oklahoma one summer before we moved to Topeka. Mom and I lived in a little rental house (505 South Washington) with no AC, of course. We could afford one(1) eighteen-inch fan, and mom let me have it every night. It was wonderful having a fan to sleep under in that awful summertime heat, and a real sacrifice from my mother. It must've been 1959... I had a season permit for the swimming pool that was a few blocks from our house, and I spent every day there... every hour that they were open, I was in there swimming. Ahhh... that was the year that I became aware of girls. They didn't become aware of me until decades later...
I poured the coffee out...the more I thought about it being possibly the residue from an attempted coffee-pot cleaning binge, the more likely it seemed. I'll find some more coffee somewhere else tonight. ICU usually has a pot on... and maybe someone will offer to tie me up :=)
Tyler is back... I haven't gone in to wake him up yet, but I will soon. I hope he called his mother like he was supposed to. I was also surprised to find Matt sleeping on the couch. He woke up when I came in the door and told me that this was as far as he could drive last night. I guess he was at Kim and Steve's last night, they must've been partying.
Lacee stayed the night with Karen, so I have to get them both up before I can go to bed. It isn't hardly fair, but it is impossible for me to sleep with Lacee. She kicks, and kicks constantly. Doesn't seem to bother Karen any, though. She sleeps like a log. I sure do wish that I could.
He also had some car problems. We'll have to look at engine when I get some time. Time is, of course, in short supply for the next three days, when I will be working my twelve-hour shifts.
The good thing is... we can anticipate a moderation in temperature. I just hope that the weather comes through. I don't really care if it rains again, I just want some cool outside.
Until tomorrow....
It is really nice to come home and not feel completely beat up. I was busy most of the night last night, but not nearly like the last three.