AUSTIN, Texas, October 12, 2005 — Back to the 'grind.' Yeah, my life is rough. I made the mistake last night of installing the software for my "The Complete New Yorker." Eight DVDs with eighty years of issues of The New Yorker accessible by searching or paging. Every page. With every cartoon, ad, poem, drawing and word. Cool. This has to be the greatest time waster of all time. Except for online journal writing.

I actually got to water aerobics, but I was a little late. I actually had a little workout after. (20 minutes on bike and some side leg raises and reverse bicep curls).

I skipped a meeting FFP and I were both

supposed to go to. I figured he could represent us. He told me about his trip to New York. It sounds cool.

I was pretty useless after making it to workout. I managed to get showered and I sorted through some piles of mail FFP had left for me to look at. I was tired. But I rallied to go to a party at what we call the Pease mansion at 6 Niles Road. This mansion, built in 1853 in West Austin when the area was not really safe from Indian attack, is an Abner Cook home, like the Governor's Mansion. It has been recently carefully renovated to a 1903 footprint. The Heritage Society was fortunate enough to be allowed to host people for an event. The owners gave tours and there were nice hors d'oeuvres and drinks. I stuck to water, though, because I'm tired and didn't want to fall over.

I got a call to play tennis on my cell phone while we were at that party. I thought they would have forgotten about me as a sub while I was away. I agreed to play in the morning.

At home, I fell asleep early over TV. Much harder for me to adjust to the time going west. And, no, it isn't that I'm coming home. Once I went to Australia and arrived with jet lag but was OK coming home. I think anyway.