Monday. As expected, a bitch. I did finish The Three Muskateers, though. Excellent. I am just so, so weary, though. Karen is off to Wichita, she'll be back tomorrow, I think. I had an appointment with my cardiologist, it went fine. I'm going in for an adenosine thallium test on 02 October, I'm not looking forward to that. Cardiac-wise, I think that I'm doing fine. No chest pain, no nothing, except for the claudication in my legs, which is getting better as I lose weight. Being fat sucks, and I'm getting over that, heh. And this is going to be short... no energy to talk about politics or religion and any of that BS. Just tard, I am. Patrick is over here, playing a game on Karen's machine. And I'm going to bed, I'll get him to lock up when he leaves. I'm on call at 21:00, but I don't expect to get called... heh, I've been fooled before.