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The Sparrowhawk went to Dallas for a conference. I could have gone with him and lounged around the hotel, but the airfare was steep even if the accommodations were free, and I just don't like Dallas enough to want to go there again if I have to pay to fly into DFW! When we moved down there, we were driving through DFW, and I realized we'd been driving for ten minutes and hadn't even left the airport yet, and I said to myself (not for the last time) "I'VE MOVED TO HELL." General William Tecumseh Sherman, who was well-known for saying that war is hell, is also said to have voiced the opinion that "If I owned Hell and Texas, I'd rent out Texas and live in Hell." Oh come on now, I say to myself repressively, it wasn't THAT bad. I met many wonderful people in Texas. However . . . I don't like it enough that I would pay to go there.

All of which is a prologue to explain why I got up at 4 this morning. The Sparrowhawk told me not to get up, but I wanted to see him off. I came downstairs just in time to see him packing his shirts incorrectly. I took them away from him and folded them the right way (according to ME) even though he said, "It's only for a couple of hours!" This behavior is the equivalent of a cat rubbing her cheeks on everything to inform all present that "This is MINE and belongs to ME." I just wanted to put a little magic on his shirts for the trip.

I did go back to bed and took a short nap, after the sun came up. Later I drove to the health food store and bought some things people have recommended to me--5-HTTP and probiotics--to try and combat the fatigue. What a plethora of magic potions line those shelves! I also bought a giant package of recycled toilet paper. My brother says they actually cut old growth trees to make toilet paper. Recycled is more expensive, but worth it not to wipe my bum with the sovereigns of the forest. I was once told that unsold mass market paperbacks often end up as pizza boxes and toilet paper. "Imperious Caesar, dead and turned to clay, might stop a hole to keep the wind away."

Speaking of my brother, I've been anxious today because his second fundoplication surgery was today--a six-hour surgery that apparently went on for even longer than that. I finally got a text from my sister in law at 5:30 to say he was in the recovery room, and the surgeon said the operation was a success. But no further answers to my queries about how he was doing. I hope we will hear some more detailed good news tomorrow.
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