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$72,382.25.

Dammit, I could pay off my house for that amount, I could!

And it hasn't even saved my life once, yet! Not that I'm looking forward to that, y'understand.

In other news, I slept a full ten hours last night!

Fraught with dreams, however, of being chased (and chasing) bad guys and girls with guns. But my old buddy Duane (from high school) was with me and he was cool, and a much better shot that I was. I didn't really have it in my to shoot to kill, thinking that all those people shooting at me were missing because I had a heart of gold, and that if I killed even one of them, that heart of gold would turn to shit. Duane evidently didn't think the same way, our path was littered with bodies.

Feeling good today, though. I only hit the snooze once and then got up. And work was OK, I got to do two biopsies today, one of them really complicated. Meanwhile, my coworkers were inundated by the ER, and the schedule was screwed by people being both late and early. Not the same people, of course. But if someone gets there an hour early, and they aren't raising a fuss like the one that I mentioned last week, we do try to work them in. It's the nice thing to do, and it clears the schedule so that we can do more ER patients.

And the inpatients kept a-coming too, dammit. And they don't fit into the schedule anywhere, we just gotta do 'em whenever we can.

And poor Mom is having computer problems again, and I can do very little to help her. She might have acquired a virus, but I'm not really sure, the symptoms are vague. Right now she seems to be locked out of her account, can't sign on at all, and she told me that maybe she'd be better off without a computer. I would really hate to see that happen, of course, 'cause it's a very good way of communicating with her on a regular basis. But damn! It's a long ways down there....

And it seems like every weekend is packed up until July already... well, not packed, but with things that I need to do at least one day of every weekend.

However, today a coworker came to me with an idea... he works evenings, M-F. We would combine our jobs and each work three twelve-hour days, me working 08:30 - 21:00 Mondays and Tuesdays and 07:00 - 19:30 on Wednesdays, he would work 09:00 - 21:00 Wednesday through Friday.

I kinda like the idea... four days off every week. I am kinda curious how my body would hold up, though. Of course, I worked a much rougher schedule when I was on nights, four tens and three twelves, and I survived that OK.

The other drawback is losing four hours' pay every week, that might be kinda hard.

And this hasn't been run by the bosses yet either, I have no idea how they will take the idea. Karen, however, is definitely on board with it. She's always on my side, that's what I love about her. Just one of the many things.

Of course, at the head of the week all that I would do is work and sleep, but that shouldn't be a problem. And four days off every week? Big plus. Big.

And it's past my bedtime now, gonna be in the scan room tomorrow all day, so I'll be having fun yet again... but don't tell anybody, OK? And then Friday I'm driving the console, and it'll be about time for a sit-down day to start the weekend.

Friday night we're going out with Lee Ann and Jody, he doesn't have a gig this weekend, and that'll be fun. My first no-drinkin' Friday night on the town!