Work has been good recently. But in a quiet, very un-"e.r." way. I have been pretty confident in my dispos. I've gotten my dictations taken care of pretty close to on time. Easy relations with the nurses. Some interesting cases. Just recently I switched to overnights and had some grueling hours, but it's nothing particularly exciting; no drama or excitement, just hard work. Today I got off work at 8am, 2 hours late, but a deliberate 2 hours late--the over night PA called in sick (Diabolical!) and I spent an extra 2 hours in the zoo to cover her. Went home and wrestled the shit out of the dog. Then checked email, walked the dog down to get a replacement collar, and rode my bike down to meet the Biscuit for lunch. About an hour ride--I pushed the pace and it was a decent work out. The plan ahead is lunch at 1pm, in bed and asleep at 2:30 pm, up at 9 for work. I can hardly wait to hit the sack--my body is tingling in anticipation of joyous slumbering. After the cruise a couple of weeks ago I decided to lose the weight I have put on. I have become fat and happy. The decision has forced me back on the bike and added a shitload of lettuce to my diet. Still, I feel pretty good. Hungry all the time, but a little more fit and a little less doughy. Will be married in 8 weeks. Wow. U-561