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Well Ruth made it back fine and was only five minutes late to work--3:30 pm. Now that's dedication to a friend. Leave work at 6 pm, driver two and ahalf hours, attend Easter services and drive back and do a shift. She's a go-getter when she really wants something. I secretly wish she wanted her husband to finish his Avengers collection sooner then he's projected but it's still always about me.

From the majority of comments on the last entry there will be no more startling Enquirer type headlines though Andave Ya heart attack line hits a little too close to home if my doctor is to be believed. A lesson learned.

Last night Cheyenne was watched. An old actor Regis Toomey was in it. He was a character actor who appeared all over the place in the 50s and early 60s. I remember him most for appearing in Burke's Law.

We arose, read Spurgeon, a sermon on the the Lord Christ declaring "I thirst" from the cross. Went to work at 2 pm and got loose at 10.

An incident occured that has me bemused if anything. Around three o'clock a certain female dispatcher from a station called partner John who was monitoring her station with a request that I call her.

No particular reason to and none not too. The upshot was she wanted to chit chat and wanted to know what I looked like. I thought she had already seen me and I her so I'm mixing her up with someone else.

I'm slightly confused by an interest displayed in me that I only wish Logos had. She invites and gives me her My Space identifier.

My very first invite.

To be kind I didn't want it. I still have no idea why this sudden interest in my company. My only experience with My Space was watching the ex-daughter-in-law complain about son James on Ruth's My Space page. Yes she has one. I have never looked at it. That's her domain.

Anyhow MySpace is blocked at AAA (which I told said dispatcher) and when I checked it at home I didn't know what to do with it. Sweets America and Kiz Paws would have loved it--the cover page has endless pictures of a Doberman on it. Told said dispatcher I would have Ruth help me with it.

Ruth comes home and I tell her Litnet chewed on me big time for the alarming headline to which she smiled. I told her right off about My Space lady and she said I had to join or sign up or something. Sigh.

Not really sure I want this kind of involvement THIS close to home. John at work just stared at me. Bob confessed a dispatcher from another station wanted to get together for coffee. We shake our heads in dismay. Attention where we don't look for it and don't desire it. Much safer here at Litnet (for all the openess) who's really going to track you down anyway?

Most likely just wants a friend. THAT I can always do.