My head looks funny

Even the boys say so. I resemble a baby hawk - soft, dark fuzz on top. I feel like I've just gotten a haircut - you know that no matter how careful the haircutter is there will always be those stray short hairs in your shirt collar? That's me.

Today around noon I became very agitated, so I wrote to Mike Russin and asked about a sedative. He said this reaction is very common, he prescribed Ativan, and it seems to help. I still don't have a ton of energy but I don't want to be sleeping all the time.

I got a bedrest so that when I am in bed I can sit up and type or write or watch tv in comfort. I haven't had one of these since I was a kid, they're fun!

I hope to get to Marin on Thursday, if I feel well enough, and sort through some things for Penny's monthly billing.

Mostly I'm just hangin', trying to eat right and drink enough and tell my kids how much I love them and my plans for their kids - like "Hello, I'm not going anywhere!"

I still haven't seen or ridden in my new (to me) car that Sheila purchased over the weekend. It's an Acura Vigor, 5 cyl., 4 door automatic, white I think. The Honda Odyssey we had for six years needed its third transmission, so we're going to beat down Honda's doors and try to see what they'll do for compensation since they sold us a true lemon.

Can't hurt to try.

Last night when I was suffering, feeling truly sick and blue, I sat myself down and said the following words over and over: 'Please G-d, help me wake up in the morning feeling better.' Just repeating those words aloud helped to calm me down in a way I never expected. So when I woke up this morning and did, indeed, feel a bit better, I said, 'Thank you, G-d, for helping me wake up this morning feeling better.'

G-d hears all our prayers.