"Rather fail with honor than succeed by fraud." - Sophocles

Next in the series.

It's actually Sunday night as I type this. My mind has been busy and I'll never sleep if I don't unload some of it. I'll finish this post at some point tomorrow.

I came in from priming the trailer box and looked for something to watch on TV, landing on "To the Contrary" on our PBS station. I'd never heard of Mona Charen but I am VERY impressed. She's clearly very smart, not afraid to say what isn't at all PC, and says it effectively. Charen is a conservative columnist and the second half of the program that I saw included a critical take-down of standard feminism. Turns out many of its tenets are not at all supported by the scientific evidence which Charen cited off the top of her head. The male and female brains are wired differently, that's empirically evident almost from birth, with the former scoring higher in math skills and the latter in verbal skills. And the studies agree that children who grow up in same-sex homes struggle with key metrics of personality development.

One of the advantages of attending a larger church is the likelihood that someone in the congregation has expertise in the area you need. Right now for us that's the medical profession as we try to sort out what, if anything, we should do about what seems to be a misdiagnosis of Pam's heart condition when she was seen at the hospital here. This morning I talked with a physician (orthopedic surgeon) about the steps I should take before approaching the hospital.

I spent a couple of hours today going over the medical records available on Pam's "portal" for both hospitals. Fascinating and revealing. She was in pretty bad shape for awhile.

Monday Morning:

In my ongoing effort to remove most processed sugar from my diet I tried cooking myself some oats I bought in the bulk section at Meyer's yesterday. This tricky process involves two steps: boil water, add oats.
Somewhere something went wrong. Terribly wrong. That bowl of inedible grossness went into the garbage and I opened a single-serving packet of Oats With Brown Sugar.
There goes my one cheat for the week.

Wait!! I never used my cheat from last week!
Boom.

It's now just after 7 p.m.
I spent the afternoon in the dr.s office and after an exam and a hip Xray she's sending me to physical therapy. This hurts. As in I can't concentrate hurts. And I can't find a comfortable position which is going to make sleeping a problem.
But as soon as I've talked to Pam on our evening phone call I'm going to give it a try.