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The grandson is ill--he's not been well for about a week. I'm sitting with him tonight--while his parents go to a dinner to announce their next child. Yep, she's pregnant--and due in August.

My day has been a scramble--lots of motion but little done. I spent a lot of time trying to find salt tablets--all of the pharmacies either were out of them or they had never heard of such a thing. When I finally came home--I went online and immediately found all kinds of tablets available to be sent directly to me. In fact, I ordered from Walgreens--which allowed me to use my bonus points and pay almost nothing for tablets and delivery.

I'll do an RSB class tomorrow--the POW involves martial arts and the practice thereof. Should be interesting--but not exactly like boxing.

I'm awaiting the delivery of some dinners from the Forklifters--custom-made healthy dinners delivered to the door. There was the mix up about where the meals were to be picked up--but hopefully the boxing coach (who is a part owner in the business) will unravel things and bring me two dinners sometime this evening.

I had planned on picking up the dinners--and having one tonight and one tomorrow night. Sort of priming my stomach pump--to get ready for the treatment that I'll begin on Tuesday. The best laid plans--and so, and so.

I am doing my laundry--or rather the machines are doing it. Thank goodness for the machines--even though they may be taking over our lives.