Eh. Long day. Not too busy, even with one tech off all day. I was in the room, my favorite place. Got off on time, and it was a beautiful day, one of the last that we'll have for a while, I hear. Spent time with Karen out on the front deck, then about an hour or so gabbing with brother Dan. We've decided to talk more regularly, on Thursdays, in fact. He is a really cool guy, I love talking to him. I found out today that I start call at 17:00 tomorrow and not 21:00... so no naps before getting called in, heh. No, not heh. More like Mwah. So it'll be 54 hours, instead of 48. That's a long f(*&$> time to be staying awake. But don't worry, if you're my patient, you will get only the best of care. But don't look behind the scenes, please. You wouldn't like it behind the scenes. Heh. That'll be 52 hours awake, for those of you who know how to count. And, (I pride myself on this fact) almost all of my readers know how to count. Thank you, astute readers! You ROCK! Theoretically, getting more sleep tonight will better prepare me for the coming weekend. Well, that's all... complete bullshit. There is no way to get through it other than... just doing it. Keeping the nose to the grindstone, don't think beyond the patient that's on the table. Plow, plow, plow, and eventually, the row will get done. Then plow the next f&*^$%g row. Rinse and repeat. After the weekend... then plow the week. Nose, recognize this grindstone? Grindstone, nose? Yep, yep. I finally gave in to inertia and shaved my head and face again. Yes, Karen grudgingly consented. I think that I am at my place, now, as far as fashion goes. Keep it simple, stupid. I have a KISS head. And face, if you don't count that as part of a head, heh. Also, tard. Looking forward to being tard is tiring. But happy, also. Extremely happy, I am. Hell, I'm alive. Lotsa people aren't, y'know.