Wow, I take a couple of days to fight off a bug that laid me flat out in bed, and you guys add about a thousand pages! Oh well, that’s what I get for being too busy to keep up with what’s really important.
Going back about three pages, as for the job description, lifted nearly verbatim from my resume, I transcribe trials, and depositions for various federal agencies, including several House and Senate committees, Department of Homeland Security, Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, Merit Systems Protection Board, and U.S. Securities & Exchange Commission, as well as a variety of board of directors meetings (e.g. Legal Services Corporation, UNOS) and conferences and panels (e.g. Brookings Institution, National Institutes of Health), plus other odds and ends. Which means I work sitting at home in my PJs. (Seriously, they’re more comfortable than anything else!) It’s not exciting, but it pays well and offers flexibility in my life and schedule that at this point I simply am not willing to give up any more. I plan to never punch someone else’s clock again (as opposed to clocking someone else with a punch, obviously).
Papa Tigs keeps colonels/doctors/colonels-who-are-doctors happy. Well, technically he manages the patient information computer systems for a large military hospital, but in practice it boils down to The Care and Feeding of Tame Colonels. I’ve told him many he should write the book on it; he does a truly masterful job. His coworkers are in awe of his skills in this arena. 
Moving on to the subject of dreams, I had a traumatic dream the other night. See, I had a good friend in high school named John who had the most beautiful goldish-red hair. Even his mother begged him not to cut it, and this was in the late '60s so you can understand how aberrant her behavior was. So anyway, I dreamed I ran across John and was so traumatized, I had to go call my mother (who of course remembers him well), still in my dream, of course to report:
John’s beautiful hair had all turned white! Aaaaaaah! I think I was actually in tears as I woke up. Yes, I’m strange, why do you ask?
I have also dreamed many, many times about one particular house. It’s a beautiful house, and we’re looking at it to buy it. When I wake up, I realize it would probably cost several million dollars, but in my dream it is very vivid. I mean, I know the entire layout of the house now inside and out. The living room, for example, is huge and two stories, with a balcony around all four sides. There’s also a fourth floor loft (like I said, it’s a BIG house) that is to die for charming. I have counted seven bedrooms and five bathrooms in this house. I truly have dreamed about it so many times I honestly am waiting one day to walk into it and freak myself out permanently. Which would be really, to steal boggy ursine’s term, jake!
And now back to real life, boring as it may be.