Val and I went over to Tyndale’s blood drive during lunch. She’d never given before, but I’ve been stuck with those needles and doused with iodine plenty of times. Ironically, she gave like a champ, but they couldn’t get a single drop out of me! Not that I was shocked by the results. … I have deep, rolling veins that get shy around strangers. I’m also quite squishy, which can’t make that any easier (though poking me must be kinda fun). Three jovial and kind nurses tried their best, but to no avail. I suppose I’ll keep hoarding all my O-positive blood to myself. I can’t say I minded lying down for twenty minutes during the work day. Perhaps the next time Heartland comes around I’ll try again—if only to share a laugh and a toes-up with some amusing people and get free cookies and juice out of the deal.