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We had a laptop that John spilled water on about 4 years ago, frying the motherboard. I only told him 100 times not to have liquids at the laptop area. I realize that was totally insufficient; I told the boys to brush their teeth well over 5000 times before that sunk in. Anyway, I finally retrieved the documents that were on that laptop hard drive (thanks Teshinsky), and some of the photos bring back memories of happier and healthier times. This is Mike and I at a luau on Kauai, getting sauced. November 2000.

Not much happening around here. My health is OK, the cold lingers a little, my weight is 160. I am botching up some aspect of cooking each day, and life is grand. Onions have me crying daily. I tried the plate of warm water trick, and it helped a little. I made turkey with cranberry cous-cous Tuesday night, and it wasn't my favorite meal. The curry made it too spicy for my tastes.

Last night I made some sort of soup that was more like cauliflower and broccoli with pasta and broth. It was pretty good. I'll be having it for lunch when I run out of the bean soup that has served as lunch for the week so far. We need a reprieve from new meals until we clear out the leftovers.

Played 18 holes at Dairy Creek Tuesday, first 18 since 6/28/08. The scorecard is still on my cart from that day. I shot an 86 from the blues that day, and yesterday I shot 88 from the whites. On the comeback trail. I have been practicing at least every other day, and I am swinging better. I was short on most of my approach shots, so I need to add a club next time to compensate for weakness.

My Stanford doc, in response to my question, says I can go back to work part-time 6 months after transplant, around the end of March. A no-travel desk job to avoid the ill flyers. In this economy, I don't see much happening job-wise that I don't create myself. I have to do more yoga with the Wii so I can kick myself in the ass. It's cold in the garage where the Wii lives, and I'm a temperature wussy.