I know that I'm just too damned paranoid, but do they do something to my teeth when I get a checkup? Like, they remember that there's a payment due on the caddy and well, gee, that Franklin guy has really good insurance....

Anyway, it was a pretty easy day at work, and the machine ran mostly well all day. Yeah, watch it nosedive tomorrow and put me back on the Z by myself, dammit. In spite of the fact that the day was easy, my legs still hurt like hell. Maybe they've just gotten used to hurting, and it's like a reflex action, some of that Pavlovian crap. It would not be unlike my body to do that to me, just to prove that it can.

Thanxgiving. Hope that you all have a nice one, spending it with family and all. I think that all of Karen's kids will be over here, and I'll be in and out all day and night, I'm sure.

Damn, it just seems like I just now got off of call, and now I'm back on? Ah, that's OK, my shoulders are broad, my heart is sturdy, I will soldier on until I fall face-down in the mud. Then I'll pick myself up and slog on, slog on.

The police said that the doc that was found dead in his truck displayed no evidence of meeting a violent end, and they weren't investigating it as a homicide. Which means that it was either suicide or an accidental overdose, both maladies are a plague upon doctordom. Really too bad, he was a young man, smart, nice family... damn, you never can tell from the outside, and sometimes you can't tell from the inside either. You just can't tell, period.

I can tell when the day's been going on for too long, though, yes I can. And that means that I need to stop thinking about all of the things that I should put in here tonight, like the grandkids' pictures. Heh, tomorrow. Assuming that I'm here and you're here, of course.

Which reminds me of an article that I read about string theory... maybe we're never really been here, we've always been somewhere else and just thought it was here.

And, of course, when you get down to the old brass tacks, I'm probably the only one that's ever been anywhere, there's nobody else out there at all, just me and my brain, and my brain is just a figment of my imagination too. I haven't quite got my mind around the fact that I myself might be a figment of my imagination, there are just way too many permutations of that idea. Maybe with an infinite number of iterations? It could happen, yes it could.

Yeah. Time for bed.