Intensity

Mass was fun tonight. Father Steve got really confused and started saying things out of order and then looked at me like I had some idea where he mixed it up.

Friday we are taking a Christmas tree to the family we adopted. Susan expects me to play with the kids. I better have a few glasses of wine first. I'm an only child, I'm not that good with small children.

I wish my stomach was better. A week and a half ago I accidently ate some vinegar in a sauce. It burned the inside of my mouth, my esphogus and my stomach. It is getting better but at times I find myself running for the Alka-seltzer. Tonight, I guess the green beans put me over the top.

The Jeffs have gotten me to start watching the West Wing. I have the first season on DVD right now. I love this show; however, it is weird watching Martin Sheen as the president when my most vivid memory of Martin Sheen is from Apocalypse Now, when he gets hammered in the hotel room.

I do kinda wish I had a job like that. I miss having a high intensity job. Running from office to office shuffling papers, yelling at doctors, praying the tea stain will come out of suit, wondering if I should change into a pair of scrubs, holding hands with cancer patients, holding down a screaming child for a chest x-ray, explaining to an AIDS patient why our CT scanner is better for their health than the one at the hospital, explaining to a hockey superstar what the MRI will or won't show.