Well, shit again.
I went to bed at 22:00, like a good boy. Been down and up three times since then, so I thought, what the hell, I'll write something.
I got a coupla-three letters that I want to acknowledge here, since I lost the first two through procrastination and stupidity. It would be much easier to say, "my last disk crash" but that was caused by stupidity on my part, and not the infortuitous properties of computer hardware...
Anyway, Mike wrote, and I can't really remember why, so... well, Hi! Mike!
And another fellow wrote too, telling me how he'd quit smoking. Essentially what he said was, get a couple cartons of Carltons, the closest thing to not smoking there is, and by the time you're done smoking them you will be able to deal with the psychological aspects of quitting. He also mentioned that he knew that a cheap bastard like me would smoke every one of those Carltons... because he did. I think that sometimes I reveal too much of myself in these pages.
The third fellow wrote to say that he'd been in an accident, and had to have x-rays, and that he knew Nilknarf would have treated him better than he was treated... I got to write him back (see, I'm working on that procrastination thing...) and tell him that yes, I would've been nicer to him. I'm not always proud of the people in my profession... we have people, just like any other profession, who just don't care.
And the assholes get paid the same as the ones who do. O'well, different story for another day...
Work this morning... well, it might not happen. I really need some sleep. And I really need to learn the scanner. Maybe I'll go in tomorrow afternoon...
We are continuing to have beautiful weather here... sunshine, temperate days, cool nights... supposed to last another week, so they say. I need to get some more outside work done.
And I need to find out when Tyler is coming back... I miss him. I haven't talked to him since before his birthday...
OK, enough for right now...
20:49...
Bad news from Wichita... Betty has gotten much worse, mentally. Tried to run away from the care home, enlisting the aid of a fellow resident... called 911 and said that she was in a school and there were people with guns all around shooting people...
I don't know... Karen and I had gotten our hopes up, and they have been dashed to the ground. Wishful thinking... Karen was thinking that she would have to go back down, but Debbie said not to yet.
Betty will be evaluated by a specialist in Alzheimer's this week, and then we will have some idea of what will be happening next.
More tomorrow...
Well, I didn't get up and go to work... slept until 11:30, then went back to sleep at 14:30 and slept until 18:30... seems like I want to get back on the night schedule early, albeit against my will.