And so the job hunt goes on. There's considerably more jobs to be had here on the Island, but there still is that little problem ofno one apparently wanting me for any of them. Mother is faxing some resumes out for me from work, 'cause the horrid printer drivers my dad installed here trashed MS fax, and they don't have a 98SE CD to fix it. I also emailed one other, and had Mom was kind enough to had deliver one to a Family Practice clinic in the hospital that needs a glorified secretary type...no, I don't much want to be a secretary, but then it's a job, and it pays more than any I've had before. Not to mention much more than I'm making right now. I'm still all sick, and sneezing, and eating vitamins. It's snowing here. I think I'll go lay down and read.