Well, gee, I hate to follow an entry like yesterdays with this... but there are some things in this world that really suck. And no, I'm not talking about politics or even religion, heh. No, there needs to be a world-wide rule: Quadraplegics need to be kept at somewhere under 150 pounds. And yes, I have a personal interest in this issue. Once again, I've hurt myself moving a 300+ pound patient. And no, I'm not really blaming the patient for me being stupid. Some short girls asked me for some help and, ever eager to show off my muscles, I helped. And I thought that I did everything right, I really did. But I knew about an hour later that I did something wrong. This time it's the other side of my back that is giving me grief. O'well, we'll see what tomorrow brings. Hope springs eternal, etc. Topeka has been dodging lots of thunderstorms lately, we had a bunch come right up to the edge of the city about 04:00 this morning... and then they just dissipated. Yep, into thin air, har har har. And right now, there's bunch of activity just east of here, and some to the north, and some to the west, and nothing that looks like it'll hit us. And I have a lot of bird poop that needs to get washed off of the truck and I really wish that it would rain and save me the trouble. Actually, I don't ever remember washing that truck... the rust, after all, is holding it together... maybe I shouldn't take a chance? And that reminds me... I still need to fix the brakes and the clutch, dammit. I should do that this weekend. And I finally got the bar clamps to fix the cabinet, but I'm not gonna try to fix it until Karen gets back... I want to have someone available to call 911 for me. So anyway, after the unfortunate patient-moving incident this morning, I went to my class, and I think that I got enough out of it to do what I need to do. I took off from work about on time, but I really dawdled getting home, I kept meeting people in the halls that I wanted to talk to. And now, the cats... the crazy and mad-as-hell cats. Well, just the one is mad, the kitten Lucky doesn't really know what's going on. There is a major power-struggle between me and Callie, and I'm winning and she's getting desperate and mean. And I'm laughing at her and she hates that, too. No sense of humor. She's tired of trying now, though. And she's jumped up on my lap for some petting a coupla times. Maybe it'll work out and we can still be friends. Early to bed tonight, I think that I was up until 22:30 or so last night, just didn't feel like going to bed. I did get up on time this morning, though. O'yeah: coming up: Friday the Thirteenth! In the Mail: On the shelf: