Highlights: A second sleepless night in a row consumed me with frustration around 3 am. Severe anger and frustration. The limited space and a sense of constraint and confinement made me feel trapped and tense. I wonder what's subconsciously behind that? I have a few suspicions, including the need to make further progress on business initiatives and the conversation on the horizon with the kids that could be disruptive on numerous levels. I eventually slept, but it was less than I had desired. I am striving to return to a consistent routine. It helps with presence and intention when things go awry in this relatively well-off narrative called life. For example, I go all the way to Cupertino at 7 am to return with my mom for an early set of appointments, only to receive a call 15 seconds after dropping her at the entrance 10 minutes early while I park the car. A call from them saying her appointments have been rescheduled. To the following week. And for maybe 1/2 of a second, I recognized a hint of anger at the haphazard handling of it without any advanced notice. The following day, an email alert.... something. But I rolled with it, knowing I was right to realign with the reality instead of holding onto an unrequited desire. (Hat tip to Charles Shultz). They ran a blood panel anyway, just for records. Things look stable. Isn't it odd how all of this data has an immediate value and an intrinsic one year beyond her death? It will be a statistical link and factor in the evolution of curing what killed her. Lifespans may increase as they have for centuries, perhaps soon, exponentially. It's all built on the foundation of all the data collected to date. All which we learn from. Ok, enough rambling. The day ended at the Stanford Theatre to see "Vertigo". It was wonderful to be sitting in the upper balcony, close enough to hear the projector behind me alongside some muddled dialog and classic Northern California landmarks. Oh and Kim.