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Boom, Boom--the fireworks flash. Rockets go up--and the world goes around. I'm feeling logy--can't seem to find my groove. Downing a V8 to see if that picks me up--I slept in this morning but also got up and out as well.

I like my new pillow--foam wedge that lifts my legs and feet in order to diminish swelling and such. I awoke last night with intense itching in my calves--I swabbed on some oatmeal ointment and it cooled everything down.

Daughter et al are heading over to BH's sister's place--for a 4th day feasting and awaiting for the fireworks. The kids will get into the pool--and not get enough rest.

Daughter and mate are into some kind of funk--and it's weighing things down. The mate is pissed over something that she's done--and he's punishing her for it.

He cooked a seafood feast last night--but the taste of the food and to get through the haze produced by the funk. I ate my share--one of my first real meals since I came home from the hospital.

I'm going in and out to keep myself moving--but I need to do more plain old walking. Got to stretch those gut muscles--where the cuts were made during the surgery. My energy level is not on the high side--keep bumping along, waiting for the switch to click and send things back to "go".