AUSTIN, Texas, June 24, 2005 — I am feeling a little panicked this morning. The time for our trip is fast approaching. But this will go away soon enough. And the feeling of ease, of not taking myself too seriously, of feeling like I am doing OK, returns.

We are up early. We are getting our old Accord in shape for a road trip. A little maintenance, inspection sticker, new battery. So we want to get in line at seven.

We get into our workout clothes and go over to

the dealer, in our neighborhood. We are headed back to go to the club but FFP wants to go home and get the dry cleaning. So we do that. At the club I only ride the bike although I do that for fifty minutes. FFP obviously wants to leave.

We go home. I called my dad from the club. My aunt got there sort of late last night. He is going to take her along to his PT and then they are going to go to church and play games.

So...I have a little time to spend. Some time to get things taken care of. I decide to clean out my car. Rid it of unread newspapers, old magazines, tapes and CDs I listened to, trash, used tennis balls. I take stuff inside, throw it away, recycle it and return the tennis rackets, new cans of balls, spare tennis shoes, suitcase of spare workout clothes, to the car. All neat and tidy. But, yeah, I transferred some of the mess inside.

I make some tuna salad and get a shower. I watch some of the films I'm reviewing for AFF. My dad has called and said that he and my aunt will take a nap and then come over.

Around three my aunt and Dad come over. They brought Dad's Spinner game. We play a couple of games. Then FFP and I go over to get his car.

My aunt treats us to 34th Street. I have some nice pork. No wine. I'm not too hungry. I have had some of my tuna salad and a couple of those little Laughing Cow cheeses. When we go back, Dad and my aunt come and we play one more game. It's dusk and they head home. It's nice to see my aunt. I like all my dad's sisters. They know how to laugh. This one had a badly broken leg last a few months ago and has rebounded admirably.

FFP suggests we watch The Woodsman which we rented from Netflix. There is a lot of emotion in this movie. Disgust at child molesters, remorse, trying to overcome addiction (or whatever the pedophilia drive is). Kevin Bacon does a great acting job especially in some scenes where he speaks volumes with hands in his pocket or hanging by his side. (And, no, it's not that he's doing that.)

All day I felt I was trying to remember something to get my mind some place it didn't want to go. Really? No, not exactly. But I'm sitting here typing this trying to remember where I was going with the title on today's page, "flawed memory." That's so funny.

I didn't get much sleep last night. So I should tonight, right? Yes, yes, to bed. My plan is to get a haircut and a workout tomorrow. And go to a charity event. Not to mention get some films reviewed, catch a little Wimbledon and do a bit of travel planning.