So... today sucked, as do most Fridays. Workwise, anyway. I didn't get called last night until 02:43 last night... motorcycle guy. Did a head CT and came back home. His head was good... we lost one the other day, damnfool riding helmetless. Not this one, though! I got to work on time, despite making good friends with the snoozebar, for about 45 minutes. I got right back to sleep last night, only losing about an hour's worth of sleep. I've been spending time out on the back deck lately, planning the weekend. For I do plan on getting some work done this weekend... it's not supposed to be so damned hot and I need to direct my work at getting the dumpster filled and not worrying about all of the little details. And there a-plenty details, of course. And I must not let After a day's work lately, I feel like I've been beaten with several large sticks. Back, legs, head... all done in. Karen is out with Kim tonight, since the kids are with Steve... dunno where they went, and only thinking, right now, about bed. I talked withbrother Jon for a while tonight, he and Lynn seem to be doing well after the fire. Stil living in a motel, though, but cheerful. It must be really hard going through that, I hope that I never know.... We live too damned far apart... that needs rectification. Well, since Karen is gone, and I'm dead tard, i should not feel at all guilty about going to bed at this early hour. O'wait, it's not early any more, heh. Y'all have a nice weekend!
myself be distracted.