June 27

Things went as well as could be expected yesterday including the colon exploration by strangers. they now know more about me that I know myself.

I did rain on us on the way to Columbia and most of the way back. When it is as wet as it is around here, more rain isn't much of a happy making helper. Matter of fact, it tends to contribute in a large way toward making a dreaded day even more dreary.

Heck, 'all's well that ends well', and mine seems to have recovered from all the abuse just fine. They did take a couple very tiny snips while roaming around in there but that is one less than three years ago. Those same negative results of then are what we hope receive again in a couple weeks.

I hate to admit, but I must have been full of it! Just hanging around here in the house after a walk to the mailbox then on around the horn I lost five pounds. As near as I can figure it, a great bunch of the loss was fluid. Believe me! A huge loss of fluid and at the end she was running clear! No food relates to no fluid retaining salt and I think that helped to let it all go.

As I said I mostly lazed around all day Wednesday. During the latter part of the lazy day, as I was just shitting around, I played the little poker machine and hit four of a kind twice along with some other winners. That has pushed forward some, my normal lagging enthusiasm for a trip to the boat that is planned in honor of Ruthie's birthday today. That and the knowledge that I can eat again. No, the usual poor quality of the food at the boat buffet isn't a determent!

I'm sorry about this soliloquy of no interest but as most of you know there isn't much of anything that comes out of my head that is very interesting anytime. I'm working on it! I try to practice on it some most everyday......I am not a neurotic, just a slow learner. Or maybe I could blame it on the fact the interest is waning everywhere. With highs of only 3 or 4 percent ragging around out there, it makes my 0 percent seem less bad.

Hey, tender me a topic.

A mistake which is commonly made about neurotics is to suppose that they are interesting. It is not interesting to be always unhappy, engrossing with oneself, malignant and ungrateful, and never quite in touch with reality.-Cyril Connolly