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Gabe is trying the free 10 day trial of World of Warcraft. One day into the trial period he says, with an analytical grimace, “On a scale of 1-5, I’d give it a 1.” After 2 days he says, “It’s fun as long as you’re a gnome or a zombie.”

Jeff wants to rent The Black Dahlia, but he’s suddenly dealing with a head full of spirochete exudate and wants a ride to Blockbuster. “Can I take a 30 minute nap first?” I say, trying to say it without waking up. I wake up soon anyway because my cell phone starts making barnyard noises. It’s 3:05. But it’s Saturday. So I don’t need to go pick Gabe up from his carpool. He’s downstairs, being a zombie. Or a gnome. Jeff meanwhile, has discovered that WETA is showing clips of old movies and he’s quite content without Black Dahlia.

I play Frost and Snow. It’s a hornpipe from a Christmas fiddle book, and I play it poorly. Fortunately, I play everything poorly so Frost and Snow won’t feel singled out.

Olivia is trying to balance her part time toy store job, school, and track. Today the the balance is tipping. I can gauge by how much noise she has to make to get ready for school. Today was noisy. I did, however, get Gabe out of the shower promptly enough that he could eat oatmeal. Well, something ate oatmeal. It looked like a large, animatronic green bedspread which would try to swallow the dog if I didn’t keep it in line.

We had a Dr. Aucott appointment today. Dr. Aucott thinks that maybe our results show enough glimmer of positivity that we push on in the same direction. The march of the pink pills continues...

Some whim overtook me tonight with great enough urgency that I made a pecan pie, crust and all. It’s in the oven. Sadly, it must cool or it will run all over the pan and plate. I may have gone to bed by then. Pie is a good breakfast.