Again, I got up before the alarm went off... actually, I was awake from about 03:00 on, unable to breathe through my nose. No fun at all, dammit. But... the good news: Karen made me salmon and okra for supper! And more good news: I was contacted by three recruiters in the last 48 hours. The jobs are getting scarcer, but the wages are getting greater. How does this work? There's a scarcity of CT techs right now, especially ones who will do "A little bit" of trauma radiography. It's the quote little bit unquote that worries me. After all, I done wore out my body doing trauma radiography, I really don't want to get into that again, I'm still working with the same body. Well, OK, today. Today was fun, I got to do a biopsy, and I really like that. Not too much work, and interesting and always a challenge. The challenge today was the patient, he was plenty fun... well, OK, a little sarcasm there... but we got what we needed to get. And it was a three-hour period that I really didn't have to do any heavy lifting, heh. We've been having beautiful weather here, getting into summertime. Most of the spring storms have missed us, so we're *way* behind precipitation-wise. Not that it really makes any difference to me... I was listening to NPR on the way home tonight, and the program was stressing the need of exercising your mind to avoid senility and Alzheimers and I thought to myself, "I really otta play scrabble with my mother more... and Karen too!" Well, Mom is pretty OK with Scrabble, but Karen thinks that I cheat and make up words. And then there was my Dear Uncle Earle, who would do the crossword puzzles with an ink pen. Didn't seem to help him much, though, he didn't read the warnings on the cigarette packs. Or maybe he did, and just laughed at them. O'Well, I sure wasn't sharp enough to see if he'd done the puzzles right anyhoo. Anyway... the part of today that I really had to work wasn't too bad, either. My back is getting back to normal, I think, and so is my attitude... I have had a veritable flood of people offering me kittens as a "replacement" for Sam. No, no, no. I'm thinking that most of these people are just looking for any way that they can do get rid of their unwanted kittens. Do a google on "My Cat Died" and send them an email promising quick delivery.... Sorry, folks, solve yer own damn cat problems. Our cats are probably doing fine; Callie never cared much for Sam anyway and, although Karen said that Lucky is depressed, she seems about the same to me. And they are, once again, indoor-outdoor cats. And yes, Karen is going to have to pick the next one off of the curb and bury it... I'm not gonna do it. Reality is a bitch.