But first, a bout with illness. Yesterday, Friday, I made a poor choice-I got out of bed.

The littles had the day off, so did Molly but she elected to spend the day at Double Tree Range, with Jazz (her horse). Heather decided to take the littles to the zoo, and take me to and from work.

The second grand mistake I made was to get in the car, and the third huge mistake occured about a mile from home when I did not beg heather to take me home!

I arrived at work, checked email, cleaned up a small thing, and then made my way to the (old) break room and with very small interruptions I slept until Heather was ready to go home.

The ride home was unpleasant. Finally we got home! Heather left me and went off to do errands and pick up molly. As I crawled up the stairs a damn flea jumped on my hand. I just looked at it, finally mobilizing my other hand to grab it. Too late.

I felt better after I threw up. I think that I shall not go into the details, just know that they involved the old 'duel spew!'

onward. Today was better. I drove down with Molly to my mom's house, and then we consolidated cars and made our other journeys together, ending at my mom's, where we parted. Me and the littles to come home, Molly and Heather to spend the night before embarking on a 'college visit' to cal poly. Is seventh grade too early to start college visits?

On the way down Molly and I talked about Me, Myself and Irene, and the issue of the ending. How did Jim Carrey get to the road block in time to fondle Irene?

I finally left it as 'movie magic,' and then I started wondering, and 'lecturing' on the issue of magic realism. What if it is not 'magic' at all? Why can't that all work? It lead to questions of epistomology-how do we know what we think that we know? But I'm tired, and David leant me a couple of Greek Books and so I'm going to read those now.