I played vegetable yesterday.  Or maybe slug.  After my swim I did almost nothing all day except read and sleep and a couple of crossword puzzles.

At dinner last night we discussed things like what to do with what’s left of me when I’m not using it any more.  I figure that, at that point, I won’t care.  If I have anything suitable for recycling or study, it’s okay with me if it gets put to use.  I know that I don’t want an elaborate funeral, burial, etc.  I’d like to think there would be some kind of memorial service, but I won’t be around to help plan it.  (I guess it doesn’t sound like very cheerful table talk, but I know my sweetie wanted to see how family members felt about things, so it was worth it.  And, you know, it didn’t make me feel sad to discuss it.)

I feel a bit more energetic today.

Happy Thanksgiving.