Sunday was a relief day for me because I didn't go to church. When I went to wake up Dad, he said he hadn't slept at all during the night and wanted to sleep a little bit. So he slept until almost noon and woke up famished. I had checked on him a couple of times during the morning but the lights were off and the room pitch dark. I cut freesias and did chores. We moved some things around in order to get the monstrous dog cage out of the middle of the family room. But, despite the rearranging, the cage is still in its old place. I went on a bike ride by myself but the wind was ferocious; I was killing myself riding out the jetty but when I looked at the speedometer, I was only going 6 mph. I was pooped! We did a little shopping for the Mediterranean diet you want to start. It's simple enough; just eat what the folks eat on the Mediterranean. Good thing we've been there. Meat, dark green leafies, olive oil, organic, cage-free, natural, natural, natural......

School went by really smoothly but B was on a tear in his own sneaky, psychotic, emotionally-vapid way. During afternoon worktime he took the tops off of four markers and dropped them into the bottles of water we keep for earthquake supplies. After school I noticed the bottles had become bottles of 'colored' water. And I wasn't very amused. We told Mom it's time to seek counseling. I think she's not quite ready to do it. Too bad. He's a mess.

We did a little work at the condo and called on the references for the prospective tenant. Everybody loves him, and his family will have his back no matter what happens. You even spoke to his mom. So we will let him move in. I got a good feeling from him. We finally made it to the Pancreatic Cancer Support Group at the Wellness Community. As we were walking in, a woman waved at me. I knew I knew her but I also knew it wasn't from my Wednesday group at the Wellness Community. It turns out she was someone from the district who retired years and years ago. She also had had a heart attack in early 1980 as a fairly young woman. She was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer a week before you were. She opted to go for treatment with the big mucky muck at UCLA and has had favorable results. Her tumor has shrunk a bit. After the meeting we met Jessica for dinner. You were sort of rude to me at dinner, and I could tell she was a little uncomfortable with it. I couldn't quite figure out what was behind it but after we got home, and I brought it up, you said that I leave you out of conversations and interrupt you when you talk. Hmmmmmm.......I'll have to have more specifics on that because you seem to be quite the talker as far as I'm concerned. I asked you to tap me on the thigh the next time we're in a situation where you are feeling that way so I can tune in to exactly what it is I am doing.

Today we paid to have the condo cleaned. The woman said they speak English and bring all the cleaning supplies. Wrong on both counts. The woman was Russian, didn't speak English, didn't bring a vacuum cleaner, and was dropped off and picked up by some guy in a black Mercedes. What's up with THAT??? I was unhappy with the cleaning job she did. I was really unhappy. I was scraping crud off the insides of the sinks and the showers don't look very good. And NO VACUUM CLEANER!!!! What was she THINKING?? And it was soooooo expensive!

We had a quiet restful evening watching TV. You and I ate a little leftover steak and mixed veggies, then you went to bed in the middle bedroom.