Pretty good day today. I wussed out and wore my cowboy boots to work, I was chilled when I got up this morning and didn't get unchilled until I got to work and got some coffee and started working.

I was in my favorite place, in the room taking care of patients, and we weren't super-busy, even though we were short a tech in the AM, and will be for the next three weeks, our PT tech had surgery today on the wrist for carpal tunnel... she's going to have the other one done if she's happy with the results of this one.

But we're up to staff in the afternoons, of course.

Got off on time, 16:30, and came home to Karen. We had planned on going to the Y, but I kinda decided that instead of going right after work, we should wait a while for all of the people who just got off work to clear out. We left about 17:30 and it was still crowded, so I guess that was a bad idea. Live and learn. Most people stop learning when they die.

Anyway, I'm still pretty sore from Monday, and I didn't complete several of my stations, but I'm not gonna feel bad about it. Friday we'll do it again, or maybe tomorrow.

Actually, right now I'm sorer that I was yesterday... is this really good for me? No snide answers accepted, please. And yes, I realize that snide answers are the only real response to this question. It's rhetorical, folks, OK?

Or maybe it isn't.

I am right tard, though. Maybe I worked harder today than I thought that I was? It's possible, I did mention that I had fun, right? Nobody notices getting tired while they're having fun, right?