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Had to cancel any plans to make it over to Sacramento this weekend for J's birthday party. Sad to have to cancel but my "weak end" doesn't appear to be getting better by the week end. I chomped down some anti-diarrhea tablets. They seemed to help some but didn't eliminate the problem. Also canceled tomorrow's movement class. I had a huge meatloaf sandwich today hoping that it would do what it normally does--clog things up a bit. I'll know more in the morrow.

Out of this turmoil I came to a realization that I need to up my technology and get more ways to stay in touch with everyone (iPad, Skype, etc.). It makes total sense given where I am and what I'll probably be doing as time unfolds.

Watched an episode of a British detective series--Midsomer Murders. The series is a generally light take on English copper stories. It makes for light fare without a lot of required thought. And there's always the British sense of humor (or humour if you will).

So the mysteries of the bowels once again assumes a prominent position in life's madness. So many symptoms and so many things that can be affected. Dreams come and go. I head once again for the comfort of the bed and the dead night dread which comes instead and that needs be fed. Sing a song of six pence and a pocketful of rye!