Great mouse trapper resting athlete....

I got two mice yesterday, one large and one small, the trap is re-set for those that don't understand that cheese is dangerous when one should be outside consuming little natural foods.

I also seemed to fall into a rest day. I got up on time on the clock, but then went back to bed after breakfast for a light nap.

Weight was 205.4 pounds, Blood Pressure was 131/82 and Heart rate 49 beats per minute. Only light exercises: 3 CU hangs, 3 PU hangs, 8 tiny Dips, 20 reps of the 3 exercises, 3 CU hangs, 3 PU hangs, 8 more tiny dips. Then dress and off to the Credit Union and work. Walk down to the dock for my two miles maintenance movement. Hot in my heavier jacket and long sleeve shirt. Notice muscle aches while working, they would complain since they are being worked more than normal as I try to recover my toned hard body (which I only think I had in tenth grade football season once, the abs were awesome!). I napped both ways on the ferry and had chicken and cakes when I got home, with fruit. Too much cake, but I left some. During the cool down of the evening before bed, I worked out with fifteen pound dumb bells enough to move and flex, twists and stretches for more maintenance of muscle.

I am taking blood pressure and cholesterol medication and am sure I get liver malfunction because of it - but my liver is probably in good shape being a mostly non-drinker. But LDL is needed for building and repairing body tissue and suppressing it isn't the smartest thing to do but seems to make my doctor happy. I think the muscle ache is only trying to get rid of the toxins and not having the blood vessels open and working as they would if I trained regularly. Will continue to exercise and get hard on that road work, where more of the conditioning happens, the weights and body resistance exercises are good but limiting in calorie burn. I expect my weight won't drop until about week two of hard long road work and then continue down. Goal is 187 or 186 pounds of lean and mean... well, not too mean.

One of my former inmate workers goes by Flaco, in Spanish 'skinny'.

Checked the Lotto tickets...

Two winners for my wife.

Friday, 07/18, weigh 204.0 pounds, blood pressure 148/75, heart rate 37 bpm, walked to dock.

Saturday, 07/19, weigh 204.5 pounds, blood pressure 134/75, heart rate 37 bpm, 3 CU, 50x3, 4 HU, jog 329 calories 50% fat, Hr 114 Zone 30.01 Exercise 35.27, YMCA rowing 5K 25min, step-strider 30min, cut lawn.

Sunday, weigh 203.0 pounds, Church, motorcycling with wife hanging on my jacket, rest day.

Monday, weigh 203.0 pounds, blood pressure 136/59, heart rate 35 bpm. After breakfast I do the 50 reps of the basic three, then jog 491 calories 50% fat, Heart rate 113 bpm, Zone 31.58 Exercise 55.05. Daydreaming, but still on the road, two pennies found.

Been busy, fatter and lazier and bellied out...

Don't you hate it when motorcyclists seem to have a big fat spare tire proceeding them on the bike? Well, I do, sigh, will have to work on it.

Most of the week weighed in at around 206.0 pounds, blood pressure around 125/84, heart rate around 44 bpm. Not enough exercising and not working on healthier life style except in my medications, fruit and vegetable smoothies and getting sleep and riding my motorcycle for my mind.

Monday I weigh 203.5 pounds, blood pressure is 124/75, and my heart rate is 45 bpm, and I have written up the weekend and by 6:15 am have forgotten it is Monday and that I need to get ready for the new week and new month tomorrow. No wonder my blood pressure is so good, thank you Lord.

Determined that I need to get to 180 pounds and lose the gut fat - spare tire and love handles - and have room for concealing weapons and being dangerous but meek, I eat breakfast, do three solid chin ups, knock out fifty reps of the basice three exercises and go out for my heart rate jog. I burn 517 calories, 40% of them fat, average heart rate is 123 bpm, in Zone 51 minutes 2 seconds, exercised 53 minutes 2 seconds, found two pennies, waved to one 'fatter than I' heart walker - but folks he was out there and that is half the battle. Now to the work day. My wife brings me pulped fruit iced and juiced, cool and refreshing and we discuss my pictures on the bike and how fat I look... she still loves me, must be for my mind. I go do two and a half more chin ups.

Preaching Sermons, not listening to self...

Friday the 13th, weight 204.5 pounds, blood pressure 127/86, heart rate 43 bpm.
Saturday, weight 205.0 pounds, blood pressure 131/88, heart rate 41 bpm.
Sunday, weight 207.0 pounds, blood pressure 154/89, heart rate 43 bpm.

Friday evening I watched a neighbor put four spoons of sugar in his coffee with a drop of milk. It bothered me, I had been like that and I started my sermon on cutting sugar and other refined carbohydrates. Others pitched in, talking about their medical problems some of which could have been addressed by better living and studying food and nurishment - which might not be the same thing. I got to the Biblical points of "Love thy neighbor as thy Self" and concentrate on the love of self (which many people ignore) and remembering that the body is a temple for the Lord, and one should not profane the temple. I was on a roll, but two days later I haven't done any exercising for my health and my weight is back up. Time to get serious about Self and knock off those pounds and get stronger and healthier. I was riding motorcycles on Saturday instead of the Annual Sound to Narrows Road Race.

If you want to change your life....

Just head out five minutes earlier than you usually start your commute to work - the traffic isn't the same and the day is now different. I weighed 207.0 pounds on Friday, I weigh 206.5 pounds on Saturday and blood pressure is 132/92 with a heart rate of 101 bpm, which I don't believe since I haven't done anything to get it moving that fast. Better buy a new blood pressure checker.

I check emails and find my sister and my mother and answer Mom, I am glad that North Carolina suited my brother-in-law. Some noise about the house and climate, but I think the visit with daughter and watching grandchildren is much better than the Spring in North Carolina. My wife had a strange dream she had to share, and she did, and during breakfast she starts to unload all her worries and her guilts and needs more than my cold stern disapproval of real feelings and emotions. Where would I ever get more than cold stern old man at? Ugly truth.

I need to get serious about losing weight, she wants me to stick around in our older age. I need the twenty pounds off so the pistol hides better in more places. I stuck it behind my belt and walked the local park with my wife, don't think we bothered anyone so it wasn't seen. Duckling herds go from eight to five to three with the passing of days and the predators, a few will make it to maturity.

TGIF, or any day this good, Thank Him!

Wednesday weight 205.5 pounds, blood pressure 122/83, heart rate 39.
Thursday weight 206.0 pounds, blood pressure 125/83, heart rate 40.
Friday weight 206.0 pounds, blood pressure 123/88, heart rate 59.

Chin ups getting better, time on the computer getting worse, time for road work again, foot feels much better. The daily walk to the dock is fine and although I haven't thought of it as exercise before it must be something, helps maintain my overall fitness and my mind/spirit.

What color of sunburnt does me justice?

Lovely beautiful Summer day here, and I weigh 205.5 pounds, blood pressure is 129/83, and heart rate is 42 bpm. After breakfast I go with my wife to walk Ruston Way and marvel at the motorcycles, custom cars and herds of people. It was great, families having fun, people stretching their legs and smile and dogs panting for more water as they heat up. Temperature is over eighty until you hit the water, then you are back at fifty-something. The retrievers going after sticks and balls in the water have the best of both worlds.

I buy KFC/A&W lunch and go home for nap, all the windows are open and I have work that I want to do, but my wife tells me to save it for the later afternoon. I wake from the nap a just lovely lobster red color - they used to talk about the "pink and red" Dungey boys - my father's farming generations, we don't tan well, although I came close in Vietnam.

Record breaking ninety degree temperature at SeaTac Airport, with all the asphalt and concrete soaking up the Sun, what would they expect?

Posting measurements....

Friday weight 204.5 pounds, blood pressure 146/93, heart rate 56 bpm. Saturday weight of 203.0 pounds and I took my wife to the YMCA for our workouts, 24 minutes rowing 5,000 meters, ten minutes stair stepping, ten minutes elliptical trainer, ten minute on a swing trainer and five minutes on the arm peddler.... whatever that was.

Iron Man was a great movie, I cried again at all the appropriate points of Cinderella Man, the movie and liked the extra information in the book, and the skill of the movie makers to keep the essence of the story. Ate out tonight and will have ice cream during King Sejong's Historic Drama.

Sunday shines

I weigh 204.5 pounds today, my blood pressure is 115/68 or 119/73 with a consistant heart rate of 37 beats per minute sitting down. I am reading Cinderella Man, by Jeremy Schaap, better than the movie, which I have and love - because it speaks to the people, the country and the times of the events. Best History lesson on America of the period.

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I started blogging because the Institutional Library System was going to build a blog for the public and I was supposed to be one of the blog writers, and so I started Just the Library Keeper and I wrote and posted and posted. Then I told my family and friends about it and sent them links to check it out. Some looked but never returned, but I kept churning out words and didn't have to bother the family any longer. Then I decided to stop worrying about the calendar and posting my measurements and exercises on it, I built another blog Physical Fitness for Foold so I can see what I thought when, what I weighed and measured, and my general health and a bit of what was happening. Just think of all the trees I have saved by not sending letters, think of all the cyberspace left for important commercial announcements about Viagra or variations of get me rich schemes. Hit that DELETE key, folks.

Well, the Institutional Library Services blog site will be closely monitored for political correctness and comment, of course the ones monitoring it don't want to write it, they just want to control it and the public image. I find my blogs helpful, I get to write and whine and wonder, I have my favorite places to check for thoughts from other folks - some close to my thoughts but the most interesting are from people doing their lives well, writing it, and I get to peek and become a lurker - although when I feel important and wise and sharing I do drop a note, most not too worthy. It would depend on the subject I am commenting on. There are people that visit my site and drop comments or just read, I am not counting visits nor comments and more than anything I write because I want to say something and that will be enough.

My sister wrote a wonderful letter, and sent it email, and I have her last two from before but then I wonder if she or her husband check my blog to see how I am. Probably not, my teaching sister said she liked the blog idea and thought she could build one, but then she is very busy and I don't think she got around to it, she didn't say she had - and she still writes letters. My brother is doing stuff in Denver, with music and sound, and supporting the current Presidential Primary conflict (oops, it is only a contest not a conflict).

Well, I do need to get started on this Sunday, Communion Sunday in my chuch, working in the choir (can't really sing, so work at it), and riding my motorcycle to the girl friends (like I ever had any - I am just out for the ride without rain). I do have a round Mount Rainier ride on 14 June with some sunshine riders from DOC, has a barbeque and poker run with it. No, I don't have any idea what to do with a poker run, nor the social barbeque - but I want to ride around Mount Rainier. Seems sometimes like I don't get out enough. This Friday, the 9th, the 191st Infantry Brigade from Fort Lewis has a motorcycle safety ride, two hundred and fifty miles in six hours, they asked the Patriot Guard Riders for assistance and I don't feel 9120 miles on my Triumph enough to make me a mentor, but I would like to try and keep up with those young folks and have a great Friday. I ought to for my Community Service, not given for breaking the peace but just because I can relate.

Well, my wife has a birthday tomorrow, so I had best figure out how to help celebrate it - kiss and a hug minimum, jello birthday cake?

Restless and troubled...

.. I get up early and write. I was dreaming of military, Europe and the field. Wednesday I weighed 209.5 pound, blood pressure 137/92 with a heart rate of 40 bpm. Thursday I weighed 208.0 pounds, blood pressure of 133/91 and a heart rate of 41 bpm. Today I weigh 205.0 pounds, blood pressure is 159/87 with a heart rate of 41 bpm. Except for going to the chin up bar for some feeble but very needed attempts to get my head above the bar I have not been exercising, and yesterday I didn't even walk to the dock. The pain in my foot has really gone down and almost away, and the swelling is fading into nothing -- my feet are still ugly but functioning very well and I think I will start training again on Saturday -- trying to look seventy when I am only sixty.

The restless worry is about yesterday at the library. I was giving the time sheets to the inmate workers for them to check and then sign. One worker refused to sign it and said he wasn't going to since I had shorted him for the last two months. I was shocked but was sure I had mis-understood what he said, for I would have no reason to short him or any of the workers. Still it bothered me and after he came back from lunch I asked him if he had really meant that I had shorted him, he said yes that he had kept his own time sheet and that I had. Then I asked him if he wanted me to leave, and I think the question bothered him but he said no, that we could just forget about it. Wrong answer, I didn't forget and contacted my supervisors and then his Corrections supervisor since his counselor wasn't in. He sent me the form to fill out for a lay-in until the problem is resolved. Which means the inmate clerk that can't trust me isn't coming back to work for a supervisor that shorts him on his hours and pay.

I didn't short him, but he was the second of the last two workers to say that about my time sheets, the problem is that the time sheets don't allow one to be that creative with time, it is or it isn't the time and the total hours. And if I had made a mistake the workers just point it out and I fix it immediately, I have done that before. So I get two of my last two workers to decide I am crooked, which means to me that they are basically crooked and look at the world as the same. Anyway, I am very testy about my honor - having been treasurer of several different organizations and handling library fines and deposits for two of the libraries I worked at, I really hate being thought of as dishonest and a liar. My blood pressure was sailing right up there yesterday and I felt miserable until my supervisor and the institution said okay to laying him in until he got terminated. Maybe I should pray for us all, I certainly need it.

Sunday, start of good and for goodness intentions

I weigh 207.5 pounds (same as yesterday) blood pressure is 124/83 and heart rate is 40 bpm. I do too much on the blog, watching the wrong television (no television is the right kind). I have two bacon, egg and green stuff on toast sandwiches with my coffee. I then get dressed and go for the heart jog, gently. I burn 410 calories, 40% from fats, average heart rate was 121 bpm, in Zone 30 minutes 40 seconds, Exercise time 39 minutes. Rapid heart rate during first mile 167 bpm, fluke or real, settled back down when warmed up.

I clean up for church, and then return home after stopping for an American Iron magazine for June, wanted to see what they reported on the Cross Bones from HD. I picked up some food for the pot luck and then choir members and off to spent the afternoon working the lungs and vocal chords for a performance at seven in the evening. It went better than we had practiced, the evening was worthy, small rural churches and small choirs but uplifting. Home to wife and King Sejong.

Patriots' Day, 1775 remembered

The shot heard round the world. And President Clinton orders the attack on the Branch Davidians, to protect the children. No sense of History. I weigh 208.5 pounds, blood pressure is 128/72 and my heart rate is 38 beats per minute. My ankle feels better, my sinus problem remains and SNOW is falling on our home, yard and road - is Al Gore in hiding yet? This will be the hottest Summer on record, just you watch.

My wife cooks me oatmeal with and egg under it, and we decide to visit the YMCA for exercise after answering the telephone and calling my mother in West Virginia. The snow has melted and there are Sun patches in the gray quilted sky. I try walking on the outside edge of my right foot, no pain and I begin to think I will need to see a pediatrist for orthodonic inserts or funny shoes. At the Y I hit the rowing machine, first for five thousand meters then for another two thousand. I wear my heart rate monitor strap, 288 calories and 25% fat, average heart rate 127 bpm, in zone 8 minutes 8 seconds, exercise time is 38 minutes 25 seconds. I think the exercise was confusing my watch - at times I was 143 to 175 bpm and that doesn't sound like me, does it? I went and did eight more minutes on a bicycle machine just for the exercise. Back home for dinner and rest and reading.

Missed BAG day, sigh, I have enough already...

So we woke late, I have a doctor's appointment at 10:45 AM, I weigh 208.5 pounds, blood pressure is 130/78 with a heart rate of 37 bpm, resting waiting for the rev'n up. I knock out 3 half chin ups, and do the fifty reps of the basic three. Then I wander the internet, looking for shoulder holsters and current blog thoughts.

At the doctor's I get the big American nurse, she isn't gentle and the needle gets the blood anyway - when I really hurt I will be asking for my favorite nurse. The doctor comes, chats checks my blood pressure twice, his nurse has already done it once. Wonders if there have been any reactions to the medication - I tell him I am blaming everything on it - especially the weight gain, but he knows I am kidding. He does expect it will make my heart rate faster, and he expected the night sweats that first week - but he never told me.

I stop and look at shoulder holsters at the gun shop, find something that would work well, but don't buy it this time. Measurements are very important, and I want to be a skinny kid again but a slimmer old fellow is about all my future holds. Home to watch Marvin and Bronson in "Death Hunt" which makes me want to take my old body out on the road. Since the Sun has broken through I could overdose on Vitamin D!!! Yeah! 454 calories 35% fat ones, Heart rate 128 bpm, Zone 19 minutes 38 seconds, Exercise 40 minutes 33 seconds. Seems my heart was racing or the monitor was hearing echoes when I started jogging. But the forty minutes is more important than the Zone. My foot was limping for a bit, but settled well and painlessly into the jog about the time my heart got right in rhythm...

I had an interesting 'hot' spot yesterday on the way to work, thought I had been lased on my left arm/elbow. I ignored it, but later in the Library I had that warm feeling same spot again - nothing I could see nor understand - just another mystery in my universe - like women, I won't ignore them but will never understand them either.

Stop and analyze, ponder, recover & repair...

I read the update of my friend's mother and think about her and my own, they are being nursed back into health. Their families do worry, prayers are needed and are so prayed. How is it that such important people in our lives, gave so much of themselves in love of family and children that they didn't take better care of themselves? So in my guilt I want to blame them? Of course, it couldn't be my fault that I didn't tell them what is better and healthier - but it was, I have always been the little boy that needed a hug and attention with my parents, even when I grew up and tough and went off to wars, I came home and blurted out the F*** word and went into personal shock at my lapse of manners. I needed a hug, and didn't know how to give one. I read Isaiah 44, and prayed and thought.

Personally, my care of self stinks and I could do so much better. Thursday I weigh 211.5 pounds, 163/84 blood pressure, heart rate 39bpm. I walk to dock. Friday I weigh 210.5 pounds, 140/88 blood pressure with heart rate of 38 bpm, I did walk to the dock. Today I weigh 212.0 pounds, blood pressure is 135/97 and my heart rate is 41 bpm. I must start exercising instead of excusing my indolence. Goal, 180 pounds of bone, muscle and a little fat for the famine...

I take my wife around, then get to pushing the lawn mower around the yard, and that should count for exercise of some kind. I lend the mower to my neighbor and he cuts his, since he is trying to sell his home and his mower is at his parents home. I rake up the clippings, the grass being too damp to bag well when cut and that does count for exercise - working the arms, shoulders and core (ha, ha). Then feeling like a real slug after a nice dinner from my wife and some fresh baked carrot cake, I do go jog - thank goodness. 359 calories, 50% from fat in my blood, average heart rate 116 bpm, in Zone for 33 minutes 11 seconds, exercise timed is 37 minutes and 53 seconds. I did find a penny on the road after having a great idea about getting my favorite boot knife out to sharpen and carry for cutting things. So I have approval for the thought, as long as I remember it later. I did get the boot knife and will clean it up and sharpen it a bit, it still has the edge I put on it years ago.

Strange days by weather and medicines defined?

Thursday I weigh 207.0 pounds, blood pressure is 152/88 with a heart rate of 40 bpm. Friday morning I weigh 207.5 pounds, blood pressure is 125/75 with a heart rate of 47 bpm. I came home late but went crashing to bed and slept soundly until 4:30 am on Friday. I had been invited to my (and the other boys' birthday celebration Thursday evening) and wasn't there and was missed. I want to blame my adjustments to the medications but it could have been the sticker shock from my and my wife's doctor bills (I think they have a new clerk and weren't billing correctly) but maybe the doctor doesn't like us as much as our money.

As I drove to the conference I listened to the CDs: 'STAND UP' by Kevin Stone and 4tified 'MAN ON A MISSION' - both great gospel songs and music, really moving stuff and worth sharing with my brother (the musician) one day. I get to the conference and find gift bags full of wonderful stuff just for Earl and his sixtieth birthday, the other two men (50 & 60) got their goodies and celebration last night. They had me pegged, dragons abounded, watercolors, drawing paper, handmade card with motorcycle pieces and good wishes (from the sixty-five year old lady who will retire in a year and three months), a musically singing card - Macho macho man! (well, only in my dreams), other cards about sixty isn't old, it is RETRO and that is cool (that is why my motorcycle and the Bowie are so like my Colt Model IV series 70 (.45 cal semi-auto) old stuff for an old guy going RETRO. My wife laughs at the multiple dragons wondering if we will have to sell them one day. Nope, we will wait until they fly or waddle away on their own.

Snowing most of the day, not sticking in the lowlands, but those mountain passes are icy and closing, our Eastern Library Keepers will have to detour to Oregon for travelling East if they don't make the cut before closing. I am resting one more night and tomorrow I will start training again, got to get rid of the piles of procrastination, there is a Home Owners Meeting tomorrow and any pistol shooting will have to be after church on Sunday. How does it all sneak up on me, one would think I wasn't watching. Best thing about today, health and happiness-wise, was talking to my son over Skype.com on the computer and internet, then calling and talking to my mother - both sounded pretty good, and I am amazed at how close we are in timely communications although there are many thousands of miles between us.

Your Government can help, and will one day...

Deep sleep, no sweat and not restless, military dreams, of course. I reheat coffee and take the supplement, I weigh 209.0 pounds, blood pressure is either 119/67 or 133/80 with heart rates of 42 or 43 bpm respectively. My wife talked about my sweats with her friends and says I have to change my medications and amounts because that is what her friend's husband had to do. I think I need to take out the garbage and give the medicine and the doctor a chance to affect my body. Three weeks and time goes faster than one thinks.

My wife's other medical problems are based around the conversion to Medicare - that wonderful program of government medical insurance that assures all the old folks will have coverage - unless they don't give up more of their Social Security, maintain their current coverage with employer, are signed up for the continuing coverage under their retirement program but the after Medicare portion, and she has to change her military ID card to reflect it. And I thought that understanding the Federal Tax code was bad - I just wasn't paying attention.

I pay bills, because today is garbage day and payday and I mentioned taxes above -- seems I don't have enough stamps, will have to stop at the post office to buy some. I see my wife wake, and she strips the bedding for washing, and I help put fresh linen (made of cotton polyester) back on for tonight. I guess I have finished telling myself all the reasons I can't exercise nor jog this morning. I do intend to ride the motorcycle to work, which has nothing to do with the jog or other. So I dress and go out to put the jogging shoes on and pick up the hand weights for balance. 390 calories 45% fat ones, average heart rate 117 bpm, in ZONE 36 minutes 49 seconds, exercise time 39 minutes 42 seconds. Crisp and cold, ice on my windshield, frost on the roofs, children waiting for their school bus. Good morning, America

Frank Frazetta had thyroid problems I can too...

I weigh 207.0 pounds, blood pressure is 130/96 and heart rate is 46 bpm. In Icon Frazetta's thyroid problem and his struggles for eight years were outlined, I figure the doctor and I will do better quicker than his medical support team. My wife is concerned but then she cares and will miss me when I am gone.

When I have an excuse like the poorly performing thyroid, I get to do no exercise, no improvement and have lots of no motivation, and blame it all on the thyroid - no personal responsibility. But I have enough time before I need to shave, shower and dress for getting my medication and going to work - just enough time for a short run along the road, there is a 20K to finish the Resolution Series in Steilacoom tomorrow, so work that boy's body today! Get the gear on and hit the road.

I put my mudders on, since the road is wet, my windshield is iced and there are clouds out there. I am so slow and so old, 409 calories burned, 45% of that could have been fat calories (the calorie doesn't care), average heart rate 119 bpm, in Zone 37 minutes 48 seconds, exercising for 40 minutes 10 seconds. It is Spring and I noticed this white stuff falling from the sky, broken Global Warnings? Found one penny and a scurrying away stray dog, looking so whipped, I prayed for it someone needs to love him.

No one really reads this, so exposure is privacy...

I wake at 0415 with an angel whispering that my alarm is going off, no, my wife is still asleep - I just have to figure I am less alone than I might scientifically be certain of... I weigh 207.0 pounds, my blood pressure is 132/81 and heart rate is 42 bpm. My wife found a message for me to answer on our service from the good doctor that likes me fitting his box - lucky me he isn't a mortician. Okay, after walking to the dock and getting into work, waiting until the remainder of our time zone gets into work and opens the doors, I call and find out that I need to pick up a prescription and schedule an appointment in three weeks for another blood test. I am falling apart faster than I am willing to pay for.

Seems I have Hypothyroidism and my doctor wants me to take Levoxyl to make me more better, and there goes my illusion of perfection. I shouldn't complain, my doctor is a really nice guy, pretty proficient and has this really great nurse working with him that I always love to see, yes she is cute, but I like her because she weilds the needles so well when drawing blood. Seems that last blood test said my EGFR was low (56) and my TSH, 3rd Generation was high (14.88). So I will have to look that information up but I assume that it means I am going to die, and I should have all the symtoms: fatigue, mental depression, sluggishness (how did they know I am almost always a slug?), feeling cold (riding motorcycles in this weather - isn't everyone?), weight gain (and I thought it was hibernation fat), dry skin and hair, constipation (not this apple eating maniac), and a very feminine problem which I know I don't have.

This does give me the opportunity to goof off today, practice with the choir and go to bed early after a hot shower. Tomorrow I pick up the medicine and get my take home keys inventoried.