No, that's not the for-real poem that I'll give Karen on Saturday. That will be just between her and me, just like our xmas poems were. O, maybe you didn't remember that... I was going to print our poems to each other, but Karen wanted to keep them personal. I really loved the one that she wrote for me, and I would love to show it to you, but a promise is a promise. Sorry 'bout that...

Friday the Thirteenth... for superstitious people, a bad omen. Full moon, (although I'm not sure that the moon is full tonight...) another ill-boding sign for those same people... gee, I'm glad that I don't do that... I would be afraid to get out of bed today. But even though it's occurring right now it doesn't really count until the day-time people get up and around. This isn't really fair, but I don't know what to do about it...

Karen took today off, and she went to Lawrence to pick up Brian last night, and she'll take him back Saturday morning. Kim is going to be out of town, and Steve will have the grandkids, so Karen and I will have some alone time on Saturday... I'm looking forward to that. I'll buy her a bottle of wine and get me a six-pack of NA beer... I haven't had any NA beer since about thanxgiving.

I had an interesting thing happen... the ER doc ordered a CT scan of the brain on this sweet li'l old lady, but when I turned on the scanner the monitor was doing a vertical roll. I looked for an adjestment, and as I was looking, I disturbed a cable going into the monitor, and the monitor worked.... for a minute.

So I did the scan with the nurse putting gentle traction on the cable. She was a short nurse with short arms and she complained loudly all the while... and all I could do was smile at her and promise her a backrub....

I stayed late today to see my supervisor about my vacation request that I put in over a month ago, and I wound up losing one vacation day that she couldn't cover, but she signed off on the rest of them, so we're set to go to Arizona....

And I'm set to go to bed now....