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Wrote a bunch of stuff, apahacking, today. Me me me.
Called the hospital, wondering where Barbara has gone, worrying.
Talked to Number One Son on current subjects: driving, cellphones, socializing.
Wrote email plans for reunion potluck of old high school gang this weekend. I have done this pickanick plan before. We all have done this before. But I made notes.

Couple of bad dreams last night, this morning, whatever. [Cut excessively gruesome description.] I don't think I should be watching those police dramas, particularly after taking a couple weeks off and getting out of the habit. Nasty. The other dream was less unpleasant but sad. I forget. Good thing huh.