Here is a little pic of Tommie Girl again, who is lying asleep in my lap as I type this. Today is Wednesday, meaning that we have only one more dreaded day shift to plod through before we go on our 7 day break. It's been a very busy week, and as I said before, we have been short-handed (what else is new?). This week, so far, has been pretty brutal. The temperature has hovered around 90 everyday, with extremely high humidity. Today is the first day out of the week that I have got home almost on time, without having to work over.

About 11:oo this morning, I was dispatched on a 10-58 (intoxicated) male, threatening 10-94 (suicide), weapons unknown. Pretty (potentially) volatile call. At the time of the call, I was coming through the lower end of a small municipality known as Watauga. There is a resteraunt there called 'Carol's Cafe'. As I passed it, I saw Good Ole Harv's car parked there and knew that it was lunch-time for him. While enroute to the call, Good Ole Harv Called the Watauga-dedicated unit on the radio (who should have been dispatched on the call originally, anyway) to meet him for lunch. The Watauga dedicated unit (9-1) advised Good Ole Harv that he was gonna back me up on the call, which he did. I'm really glad that Good Ole Harv got to eat his lunch in peace. Apparently there is no part of his concious that directs him to back up the men on his shift. It was really allegorical of how this whole week has gone. Luckily for me, the intoxicated drunk man agreed to go with the Rescue Squad for voluntary commital. Incidentaly, when 9-1 showed up, as the squad was loading said drunk suicidal man, he said to me: "can you believe him" (referring to Good Ole Harv).

Anyway, I guess that I am rambling a little bit. They worked on the new house a little more today, so that was good. I guess that's all the news that is news. As far as the rest of the day, it was junk call after junk call, but at least I got home just a little after quitting time. More later.