I had my first headache as squad boss on Sunday; I had a complaint about the actions of two squaddies on a call Saturday night. A third squad member who had not been at the call heard from someone in a different town about what had happened and called me at 0900 on Sunday morning. It is a minor infraction related to scene safety that could have been very serious; it falls to me to gather the facts and then discuss it with the two squaddies. I expect it to be handled pretty informally.
I had a lovely time in SF last weekend with the incomparable rabidkitten. It was too short, though. I need independently wealthy in-laws, I think.
I traded my scooter in on a new one. The new one, a Goped GSR-40, is chain-drive, has dual disk brakes, and has pneumatic tires. This means that I can scoot through wet conditions without the direct-drive spindle slipping, and that I can go down improbably-steep hills without the brake effect diminishing as the calipers heat past the temperature required to melt rubber, and that I can go over bad pavement without the precaution of keeping my mouth wide open. It goes fast. The chain drive means that the 'ped sounds different than the old one; it's got a high-pitched whirring noise that sounds sort of science-fictionish. It's still being broken in so I haven't maxxed out the throttle yet. It's bigger than the old one, too, which is good while riding but bad while carrying it in a store.
Paid our taxes. The bad part about having a pet corporation is having two sets of taxes to do.