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My new evening shift is working beautifully. I consistently get more done at night, and can take four-hour lunches without inconveniencing ...well, anybody. Our general manager has approved the hire of not one, but two new warm bodies, and the recently-promoted production manager continues to massage the workflow into increasingly efficient configurations. By the time our slow season ends (sometime after Ecks-mas), we should have the kinks worked out of the online work order system -- which isn't exactly paperless, but uses much less paper than the old one ...and also allows our salesfolk to check the status of their orders online, without having to interrupt anyone to ask about them.

At home, we finally got Rachal a new set of glasses ...even though we know her prescription will probably be changing again in the next few months. They've made a tremendous improvement in her ability to get around without falling over, and her use of the walker seems to have dwindled to nearly nothing. She still may have fibromyalgia, but is better able now to do her exercises, which should help her situation further.

In other news, I recently went to my first hockey game. Had a good time, and I understand that the refs don't wish to get hurt, but I was kinda intrigued by the (unwritten?) rule that if a fistfight starts, the participants are allowed to continue until either they deadlock, or one of them hits the ice. Surely it couldn't be that people attend hockey games just to watch fistfights? Nah; that's too cynical ...

More as it develops.