Buy me a whisky, get yourself stoned. We're gonna have a good time...

The compassion fatigue at work (and on a variety of other issues in the news, like the floods) continues, but I am getting through the letters.  One of my colleagues is on his second day back from holiday and is on the verge of quitting over the issue as the prospect of a new job is looming.  I ownder if there will be a rebellion over this, or more likely, some changes in our procedures like allowing us to ring people rather than draft letters which takes far longer.  Apparently one of the other offices allows phone calls rather than written responses as it's quicker and has less of a paper trail, but W is old school.

YW: 50 kb swings, 50 pushups, run 400m, 35 kb swings, 35 pushups, run 400m, 25 kb swings, 25 pushups, run 400m.  I do get a bit of discomfort when breathing hevaily with my twinge in the back and around the ribs, but it's not too bad.  Certainly not enough to stop me from going.

Helga and I are really getting into True Blood.  Today I have had this song stuck in my head.

The market keeps going up.  About 10% so far this year for me.