Pretty pud night at the old hospital. That was good, 'cause I didn't feel like working very hard.
And now, I really feel like sleeping. My cough is somewhat better, but I still feel pretty wrung out. I'm only having occasional coughing fits now instead of frequent ones. It's gonna be a beautiful day... the rain is gonna stay away for the next week, 'cause I'm working. I don't think that I'm ever gonna get to go fishing again, dammit. *Something* is always gonna happen to prevent me from doing it. Yeah, this is short... so sue me.