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Someone ate my sandwich--I had kept half of my lunch, planning to have it for dinner. When I looked in the refrigerator at dinner time--I found that someone had eaten what I had saved. The sandwich was from the BBQ place--and was delicious and very tasty looking.

I suppose that A had moved the container from my shelf--and put in MD's area. Either that or MD had taken a look at the food--and ate it because it looked so good. In any case, someone ate my sandwich--and I had cheese and apple for dinner. I didn't say anything to MD about it--no reason to make her feel guilty since it's gone already. I suppose I need to mark anything I put on my shelf--today's container was a plain styrofoam box with nothing to identify it.

PD support meeting was larger than usual--had about 20 people. Three of the caregivers had lost their spouses since the first of the year--it made for an emotional meeting. There was a lot of discussion and sharing--it was a good session. There was a guest who does yoga with people who have health issues--unfortunately her classes are a bit far for me.

Really warm today (and is still so)--too hot, too hot. Have a dental hygiene session in the morning--and a dance class in the afternoon. Here's a poetic thought that LA sent me in her recent email--

               Living a life of task as told

               Keeping away hunger and cold

               I raised my eyes

               and I was old