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So I'm finally getting well, and now I look back on how sick I was and I'm appalled. Anyway, we have also, after more than a year, completed the new floor in the room we call the library, where the computer,etc. belong: and now I can get our coat wardrobe out of the kitchen and the boxes of books and stationery out of the living room and I think I will simply take over what remains of the nice fellow's comic book collection as I have been threatening to do for thirty years and put them into nice labelled boxes free from dust! Also I think I will devise a display for my foreign children's book collection. Which is not large.

So this morning I made the bed -- always a sign of good health, since I can't be bothered when I'm not feeling good or I'm moving slow -- and I did some touch up on the nice red floor registers in the room (it has the cold air return as well as a vent) and I watered the yard which I should not have to do in March! and I primed my mother-in-law's sewing table which will also be the same shade of red. And I tore apart -- mentally, not in the file -- the end of chapter three, which was stealing away the impact of how I originally wanted the next chapter to start. And now I still have almost an hour to get to work, and my clothes are lined up, and I've thought about food.

So I'm well.

But while I was convalescing I managed to agree to two different social events on the same day, involving my brother and his brothers. No, they can't be combined, but I think I can beg my brother to change the day.