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I did manage to have a good, but exhausting day. The car is bought,(that's stress in a different form) and I went swing dancing as a reward for holding it all together. I thought of my grandpa at 5 pm--that's when the message came that said the funeral was. I have no idea if they got the tribute, but it doesn't matter. Gramps did.

And I'll start preparing for the next liver flush. I didn't know I was so bitter until I reread that.

Today I try to help my teenage daughter, and get my son focused on his project, and I don't know what day I get to exhale....but I DID sleep 5 hours....oddly there are bags under my eyes where there usually aren't. My body is still hurting....understandly....gotta run...
pj