AUSTIN, Texas, November 2, 2005 — As I can see the journal getting all its little days filled up, it does seem like an accomplishment. So, sad as that is, I'm going to keep after it.

I got up pretty early and got a shower and sat in my bathrobe with coffee working on it.

I have to gather up a bunch of stuff to get off to water aerobics. Clothes to put on after it's over to dress for an appointment at a coffee shop; my leftover Halloween candy for Dad to give away to his friends' kids. I have to put on my bathing suit and a rash shirt over it and pull on some jeans, too, because it's cold outside.

I have to find the phone number of the hearing aid place for my dad and take it to him. (He called me from the club.) Through all that bit of tizzy I forget to set the answering service. As soon as I get to the club, I realize this. I see Forrest getting ready to leave the club.

"I forgot to set the phone," I say.

"I know. I set it remotely," says he. How does he read my mind that way?

Oh, well. Last night we had this conversation. I was looking at the weather page in the paper and while looking at the map was thinking about our driving trip this last summer.

"Did you enjoy that driving trip we took?" I asked.

"How did you know I was just thinking about that?" He said, incredulously.

After the class, I went into the locker room, took a shower and got dressed. I arrived at the coffee shop where we were meeting the banker before FFP or the banker. I got a bagel and cream chees and coffee.

We had a short meeting about something we'd been discussing with him. We asked a few questions, talked about some mutual interests...Ballet Austin and Texas Politics.

I went home. I decided that I was going to publish the journal today. [Ed. Note: But, of course, I didn't.] Even if some of the days have nothing more than a short movie review or one sentence describing a workout or a meal. I have distributed a share on my SNAPFISH pictures, but as one correspondent pointed out you have to sign up to see them pix properly. I hate that.

I did work on it. I tried to decipher notes and get all the formatting right and decorate the pages with pix from South Africa. I got up and folded clothes or let the dog out occasionally. I e-mailed friends organizing an outing to see and art exhibit in San Antonio on Saturday.

FFP went off to a meeting. I arranged with SuRu to walk dogs. We meet on Ramsey and walked around. She and Zoey came back here with us and I took them home. I've lost my walking senses. I went out in a black sweatshirt and forgot to take any light.

SuRu and I went over to the Pit and I had a small chopped beef sandwich while she had a barbeque plate. I'd been snacking all day. They had some conservative talk show on the air and we were talking back to it a little.

I went home and worked on the journal some more. SuRu calls and we discuss a plan we've made to see some art. I have a little less than two weeks unaccounted for. I fold more laundry and watch some mindless TV and read papers, waiting for FFP to come home from his meeting.