No, it's not the latest tape from "Hooked On Histrionics". It isn't another Church Of Californian Thought™ calming mantra. It isn't even the sound you hear when you push Michael Moore down the stairs.

It's me being happy that I'm no longer on call!

It's just so stressful to never know when the phone is going to ring and I'll have to face someone who isn't really sure what they're talking about. It's like getting a donation call from the Giuliani For President people.

I've also been sick the last few days. Sunday night's episode is a little farther down the page here. Monday night was pretty stable and I thought I was almost better. Yesterday and last night, my nose got into the act and I was sneezing and honking and dripping (as Larry says, it was like the prom all over again).

Right now the stuffiness seems to wander from one side of my sinuses to the other at will and I'm still drippy.

But I'm not on call!

And that makes me feel so much better!