Yes, this will be yet another journal entry commenting on the wide range of things that can and do happen on a given day. I don't end my day with these as conscious thoughts. I have to stop and remember them all, as each tends to get supplanted by the next. And it's not like they are all substantial incidents, it's just amazing how many 'little things' happen each day and how they are quickly lost to momentum unless you stop long enough to reflect, and appreciate that, as they say, "It's the Little Things" that make up a life. I walked with Lauren of 'schedule' because they're off school all week next week, and I want to put a little extra effort into walking today. During the walk, I got a text from my friend's son that he was back in the hospital, and we stayed in touch throughout the day as he was airlifted to San Jose, and they did surgery to relieve pressure and bleeding in his brain. I was in touch with his son and his sister throughout the day, and I'm hoping to visit him and try, again, to make some connection that might help him get focused on recovery. But I'm only capable of doing so much. I also got a chance to walk and talk briefly with Larry, and that is always a reminder of a need to stay mobile as I age. Jen had made this excellent PSMF bread from her recipe, and I made us bacon, egg & cheese breakfast sandwiches. I love doing things like that for her because she does so very many things for me. She wanted me to send 'before and after photos to Maria Emerich, which I did. I realized that today was month 4 to the date of my finally getting traction on losing the added pounds put on over several years. After our walk with Scottie, I worked from home to be with Jen a bit before going to Pano for the home inspection that was scheduled for the loan application. Before that happened, I jumped on a call with Donna and Eric to become involved in the "DEI" initiative at work. I shared my backstory, that of my mom, John, Carole, and the exposure I had in the mid-'80s, before pronouns were even a thing, to the genuine issues facing people who choose to live as the opposite sex. I still insist that the issue is, like race, not changed by choosing how you want to be identified but by our society, not debilitating based on those factors. I don't think it's a battle that'll be won in my lifetime. I'm glad to be engaging in this, though. I think I have a unique experience and exposure in this realm. Meanwhile, in parallel, Linda's sister was in the quarterly care meeting, and they have suggested getting her into a chair for an hour a day! WTF? I think that's absurd. They're delusional and not even aware of her situation. I'm pissed. This shows they don't pay attention to things at all—what a crock. The home inspection got done, and I used a bit of time to further work through the bedroom closet. I made good progress, but it's just a dent. I made another chocolate hazelnut torte once I was back home, only in smaller 'single serving' cups. It came out great. Lauren made Chicken Picatta but got frustrated 1/2 way through with some ingredients issues and that it cooked too quickly, so I took over. Matt came for dinner. The meal was so-so, the wine was excellent, and it was a fun evening catching up and playing cards online with the usual crew. I hope we can do that more often. We gave him his scrabble tiles and told Steve and Diana they had to work the puzzle out too. After cards, Matt walked with us as we took Scottie out. I'm grateful to have had him and the other Matt's as friends since high school and even before. The older I get and the more 'trauma' that seems to come along, the more I appreciate such connections and history. Matt left. Jen and I played Farkle with Lauren because it's her day off, and I wanted her to know her presence was important. Tommy returned from practice and dinner. He's pretty much doing his own thing these days, and that's ok. It's healthy. I took some time to get through chapters 3 and 4 of "four thousand weeks" again. I got more out of chapter 3 this time around, and I found a podcast to listen to more about Martin Heidegger on my walk tomorrow.