Much better sleeping last night, I almost felt human most of the day today. Mostly. I'm still being amazed about how many patients I didn't do this weekend. Kinda nice, it was. Today wasn't too awfully busy either. Busy enough, but no running. I was working the room and got through the day without my legs hurting or my back hurting too much, either. That counts big on my list of what makes a day tolerable. Speaking of toleration, babyBush seems to be slipping in the polls. Huh... maybe people are figgering out that he's not on *their* side, but on the side with his rich supporters, and they're all laughing. All the way, as the saying goes, to the bank. And I'm still amazed at how blatantly he wants a war. Regime change, indeed. Yep, we *do* need one, don't we. That's *US*, as in the U. S. of A. Joke, folks, a joke. I don't wanna get arrested for fomenting revolution, heh. Or even *detained* for the rest of my natural life. I'm on call again tonight, then I'm not on again until next Monday. I'm looking forward to not being on call. I don't really know why, I just am. Not like I'm gonna be doing anything or anything like that.... About this online journalling deal... I'm really getting behind with everything. I'm on a number of notify lists, and many of them update daily, just like I do. And I'm at the point where I can't keep up, as in I can't sustain an interest. Each journal is interesting, and I'm intensely interested in every journaller, but... but... I just don't know. There are some that I read every day, but there are others that I just let pile up, and pile up, and then finally I'll go read all of the entries, maybe a month's worth... and then I'm back to the same place, sated, as it were. It's all about connections, I think. "Connections" meaning, of course, whatever you want it to mean. Some people I've been reading ever since they started and I really feel like I know them, but not really. I mean, *they* don't know me, so there's not really a mutual friendship, and there's not real communication, other than the fact that I read their journals, and I don't really know if they read mine or not. OK, that's enough thinking about that. I need to talk about the cats. Well, one cat. That's Callie. She's the one who used to go in and out of my window in the computer room, and now she thinks that if she looks at the window hard enough, I will get up and let her out of the door. She thinks this because it often works. She doesn't know *why* it works, but she's come to depend on it. And I don't know whether to laugh and let it go on or to teach her how to beg to go outside in a different manner, just for kicks. She's doing it now, siting there, waiting for something to happen. I wonder if she sits there all day, or if she's connected the fact that I have to be in the room while she stares at the closed window? This isn't working... I'm trying to figger out what makes me tick, give up in frustration, and then I fu**ing try to figger out what makes a cat tick? I really need to go to bed. In the Mail: On the shelf: