So I wound up cutting the cast off my hand. Much better now. Had a not-bad-at-all night at work, which was very nice. Over the weekend I applied for a job, hopefully I'll get it. It'd be on a wildfire crew putting out forest fires. Mostly in my home state, using bulldozers and heavy equipment to contain and extinguish the fire, but when the big ones happen out on the West coast, I'd be heading out there to put those out too. I hope I can get that gig. More $$$, more time at home, free travel, workin' in the great outdoors, it definitely has some positive aspects. I'm qualified for it, and my credentials speak for themselves where that's concerned. The only thing is,... I ain't told the wife yet because I know she'll absolutely freak out on me. with this job, I'm concentrating on spending more time with her and the kids while making beaucoup bucks to pay for 3 college educations, 3 first cars for the kids in 10 years, a NEW car for the wife, adding rooms to my house, and having a decent retirement plan. All she'll hear is "fire fighting", "wildfires", and "heavy equipment" and come un-glued on me instead of focusing on all the good stuff. So cross your fingers and wish me luck, everybody, 'cause 'ol JC here might hit the big time with this'n!