I really didn't think so.

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Out, again, today.  I was feeling so rough this morning.  I almost called things off.  I was up late.  I kept thinking to call and cancel.  I procrastinated about doing that.  The sun was out and it looked like a really nice day.  In the end, I went ahead and showered, then called, and went in.  I wanted xylitol too.  I bought some tea, though may look for more elsewhere.  Then on to the visit.

This time a trip into the mountains seemed a part of the plan.  I didn't even have to drive.  I'm not used to having a driver.  Often I feel a bit queasy about someone else driving.  I generally give people a chance.  If they aren't up to my standards, I won't complain, it just won't happen again.  He seems to drive really well.  If I don't notice their driving, then it is really good.  Then discussions through the day, a bite to eat ordered in, then a movie.  Fight Club.  I consider that a story, or at least movie, that captures of lot of my age-group's angst.  At least for men.  He, I think, mostly caught it.  Not sure it was exactly his thing.

It was pretty late when I returned.  I am tired, but not too bad.  Life smoothed out, a bit.  And yet I keep stretching things.  A bit of rest on through the week.  Only one piece of business to manage in the next day or two.  Two, no three, pieces of business actually.  But they can be done at a snails pace so long as they are done by Thursday, I think.  Bleh.  I can get a lot of it done tomorrow.  Probably.

Good night.