Another day that started with banging on the snooze bar... another crummy night sleeping. I really need to get over this. Karen is preparing to leave for her cruise, but for some reason or another, she went to Lawrence and picked up Brian. So he's here and it's past my bedtime, so my hopes of spending an evening with her are dashed. She's leaving in the morning, Andy is going to drive them to the airport, then they're off to New Orleans. They'll spend Saturday night in the french quarter, meeting up with her brother Chuck and his wife Judy, and then they'll leave for Jamaica sometime Sunday, and return the following Sunday. And me, I'm on call all weekend and Monday night too. I think that I'll enjoy being alone in the house, though. It'll help with my diet, I hope. I did good today... no candy. And a jelly-burger tonight, and sunflower seeds. I hope that when I get back in shape my back will stop hurting, that's getting as tiresome as not sleeping. They're probably part and parcel of the same package, come to think of it. They've got the staywell center up and running again at the hospital... that's the employee gym. I haven't checked it out yet, but I will next week. Maybe if I exercised every day before I even left the building? It's worth a try, anyway. Nothin.... In the Mail: On the shelf: