So D., the new guy, is having his turn to be on call at last. Fortunately for him, he's getting his first taste of it as we head into the slow(er) season. It worked out that way for me too, my first on call shift was right about this time of year. It's good. This way you get to sort of ease into it a little.

Golly.

Wowee zowie, here it is four months and fifteen million or so calls later, no wonder I've had no time to write ( Read more... )

I am still alive, I am still here, just too darned busy to write. But I finally have a computer at home. And it's finally all hooked up. And I finally have broadband. It's been the most ridiculous saga. But it's finally done. Now maybe I'll write more.

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I hate paperwork.

It's so lovely handing the pager over to one of my partners. It's like going on vacation.

I don't know why it is, but your average bystander seems to find something irresistibly comical in the spectacle of a dog being chased by a person in uniform. The dog may think it's a game, too, which may be what makes the whole thing look so funny to so many folks, but the dog doesn't understand that if it disappears it may never get back home, ( Read more... )

Rest in peace, Steve Irwin ( Read more... )

From 8pm Saturday to 1am Monday I got paged 12 times. That's some kind of demented record.