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Can't seem to get it together today for some reason. Just keep zoning out, napping, and thrashing around. Went out for lunch and had a tasty salad at Panera's--Cobb salad with chicken and avocado. Keep feeling like I'm craving something but can't seem to name what it might be. Soon will be dinner time and debating going out for something or just polishing off the fruit I have in the refrigerator. Fruit and cheese sounds good--tastes good.

Read an article today that says per capita consumption of sugar is about 3 pounds/week average in the U.S.! That's a lot of sugar!

I think I'm still rotating from yesterday's support group session. I so want to think that I won't end up like most of the people in the group--heavily medicated, partly/totally dependent, exhibiting all manner of symptoms, and so on. The image that comes to mind--the sand trap created by an insect called an ant lion. A hapless creature steps into the funnel-shaped depression in the sand and discovers that the more it tries to escape, the more it slides down the slope, into the maw of the ant lion. PD is like the ant lion trap--people with PD are the creatures falling into the trap. A fatalistic but accurate metaphor!

MD's birthday is approaching (I think it's Thursday). She's getting B-day cards from friends and family. Happy B-day MD! Happy 97th B-day!

Still making my way through the MI-5 episodes. Getting close to having seen them all! An amazing video series--well written, researched, and acted! Going to be difficult to find an equally excellent replacement.