This is the third, and likely final, post I'm importing from my Facebook account. I wrote it earlier today, more then six months after "Revelation in an Orthopaedic Wing". The healing that I thought would take four or five months shows signs of continuing for at least another three months, and it's already been 6. Here are my thoughts, now. Revalation Number 2 November 26, 2013 at 11:23am As I look at the events of the past two weeks, in the context of the last 2 years, I find myself imagining a conversation which could have passed between me and God, this past April. I had been unemployed, or partially employed, for just over a year, and was about to start a new job. However, in two weeks, I would be run down by my own truck, to spend the summer in and out of the hospital, still struggling to heal as Thanksgiving approached. Me: Hey, God! I got a full-time job! Thanks! God: Hey, good news! What's the job! Me: pretty much the same thing as at C*******; installing internet-capable, programmable thermostats for the power company's energy saving program, only now it'll be in Baltimore! God: Oh, okay. Do you like the work? How's it pay? Me: Not really, and the pay is about the same, but I'm good at it, probably better than most of their techs. God: SO you'll be doing the same dead-end job, and barely scraping by? Me: Uh, yeah. but it's WORK. I won't be unemplyed, any more! Besides, my Unemployment benefits run out at the end of May. God: Well, I suppose that's good, to a degree, but wouldn't you rather be doing something else, like maybe film work? You know, if you could make that work, like Ed or Jim, or some of your other friends, it could really be good for you, and you'd be on set! Me: yeah, but I haven't been able to make that happen, here in Maryland. God; Hmm. Yeah, that's rough. How many film resumes did you send out, this past year? Didn't you get ANY response from projects? Me: Um, well, I never actually applied to any film projects, but I did work Freelance at B**** ****** for five months! God: Hmm. Well, Theatre work is sure better than thermostats, but hadn't you already worked for them? Me: Yeah, in 2009. God: So then you didn't actively pursue any film projects this past year? Me: Well, no, not really, but Film work is too sporadic. I need something steady. God: I suppose I can see that position. Well, good luck in your new job. Me: By the way, God; my truck won't start. is there anything you can do, to help? God: It's an old truck, and you need to replace your starter. Me: I don't have the money, yet. I just started my new job. God: Well, you could always wire in a switch that'll let you start the truck from under the hood, while you're standing in front of it... six months later: Me: God, my femur isn't healing, and I won't be able to go back to installing thermostats for months, now! I NEED work! I've even registered with Temp agencies, and THEY don't even have work I can do, with this leg! God: Wha? Oh, sorry; I was just reading this interesting notice about a series casting for 18th-century types... SO what was this you were saying, you can't find work?