On the 14th the Biscuit and I went to Hawaii. I was going for the wedding of a good friend. Sadly, the wedding activity and associated hustle and bustle made a six day vacation feel like a lot less; we never hit our relaxation stride and really got to the business of slovenly relaxation. Ah, so be it. Work last night was grueling. I was at St.D's for a 12 hour night shift. Not a whole lot of Aloha! at Our Lady of Desperation. I started counting the hours after seeing my first two patients and that is a really good way to make a 12 hour shift feel like every painful minute of a twelve hour shift. Oh, agony. Nobody too sick, nobody too complicated, but just a constant flow of human misery with which to contend. U-561