This time next week, we’ll be at the Wildwood, hopefully heading to sleep. :falls over laughing: Yeah, right. Kathy and I don’t sleep. I’m convinced. Maybe we’ll lay there all night talking again, or reciting the alphabet backwards, or listing the States in abc order, or listing the states and the capitals. She swears that works for her, but all that does is give my brain more to work on – as if I need to give it fuel! :warped:

I want to go to Jungle Jim’s. I still regret not getting that tea tray I wanted when we were up there last time. Kathy wants to go up early so we can hit the Richwood fleamarket, too. Works for me. They have the best icecream! There’s a “newage” (rhymes with “sewage”) shop there, too; I never can remember the name. Spiritual Awakenings? It has some cool stuff now and then that’s fun to poke through, if nothing else.

Thomas sees Dr Goebel next Monday morning (the 6th). I’m still convinced he’s going to kill me (Dr Goebel, not Thomas). I’ve managed to lose ten of those thirty pounds, though, so that’s a plus. I didn’t do as well as I wanted to, though. That’s what I get for staying sick or blah through the month of February. (but that’s normal, so what else is new, right?)